Anirbit Mukherjee


A Date With Nothingness

A night with a drunk ghost,
A journey into the dark forests of hope.

A wait for the one who shall descend from the thin air
Into the flimsy images of an airy existence.

The dreary night unfolds; into the lap of nothingness,
The exotic aroma of time; enwraps the numb senses,

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