Image Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

'Yor talkin to me? '
asked his image.
He did, t answer and simply
looked on with deadpan face.
Image, structured piece by piece,
in-between moments looked unknown.
He tried to fathom the biography
behind it, for no particular
reason and not in details.
Just for a clue to make sense
with the question.
Why so much noise is there when
he tried to save his tunes?
Image smiled as if sensing
his suffocation.
'Stay cool! '
And he began cooling down.
then the tunes faintly manifested
in his breathing.
Wordless tunes and unseen air
made sense with the existence.
He saw the emerging rainbow
over his mind and he courageously
swished at it.
There the question asked by image
found it's answer