Musing 119 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Those bemused by the lights criss crossings
On the way parallel to the galaxies
Turn indifferent towards the conduits
Of words unsubstantial and dissolving
In the air leaving not the trail of glories.
Parleys external are not self contained
For stretching beyond the horizon red
Overlapping the clouds before the darkness,
Still the words mediating in solitude
Are persisting selves for light significant.