Mental Inkdrops Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

watchman's whistle blows
half lit room and yellow beams
I looked at the watch
2 o'clock
cadaverous thoughts
some burnt out lamps
eyes open

my roof is the ladder to sky
I peeped;
golden moon
playing hide and seek
a bow
at one end 'Altair'
in another 'Vega'
silence speaks

anathema
something placed inside
a naked mirror
as it sees everything
red eyed Eve
yellow Adam
apple is a poisonous fruit

I should lose the sense of smell
rose throne garden
at last spring passes

I looked at the watch
3 o'clock
after sometime it's dawn
the fog will cover the roof
and I'll start my day
with a migrane morning.

ah this night was long!