Musings Poem by Srimayee Ganguly

......and even now, my solitary passenger
Thou embark in murky steams,
Like a single cloud torn at the seams.
I tug at you like branches reaching out for the sky.

Thou take the helm, with sweltering breath,
Leaving my photographic memory
In fragments, like granulated glass,
Sharpening the edges
In a surreal sheen.

Thou ride in style the crossroads of my mind
A holy enterprise
Feelings so long past
Events so inconsequential
That, by now, should have elapsed
A sane mind.