Whirlwind Poem by Binoy Barman

She came from nothing
A whirlwind in mind
And disappeared like a dream
I search for her in the crowd of stars
In the waves of ocean
In the open meadow, forest
In sun and gloom
In anguish and glee
In and out of me
Has she mixed with the scent of flower?
The cry of cuckoo shatters the heart of silence
The soft music of moonlight spills over sense
Birds in bush cry in child’s curiosity
How maddening is the breeze from midnight pity?
Ransacking the alleys of rusty memory
Reflecting false image on mirror
She has vanished into spirituality
She’s nowhere, nothing of nothingness
I loved her madly, badly
As the cave loves its echo
As the stream loves its fishes
Floating hyacinth
I adored her like anything
That lost his existence in its own labyrinth.