Snow And Lights And Death. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

When the colorful lights
lit up the winter snow,
and it is white and quite,
and the eyeballs are still...
Searching for something else,
shadows play their part.
It is evening and deep and dark.

Small movements that flirt,
with the stillness of the eye..
Hunt is in the air,
sadness and despair,
who is hunting hard to tell.
The hunter hunting his prey,
or the landscape hunting the hunter.

No alcohol the doctor say,
but the hunter who is cast out
of his place, from his group,
says no food even when his belly
is burning for food.
Is burnt out and says,
there is nothing else, there is nothing else....