Teesta Review:
A Journal of Poetry, Volume 2, Number 1. May 2019. ISSN: 2581-7094
Void
---
Bhaskar Paul
Have
you experienced the void?
I
ask in all honesty.
That
it's mysteries are fathomless,
did
that cross your mind?
A
beauty such as this could not have had a place,
in
mortal mind and the universe.
The
black was at its blackest,
but
somehow silky and pure, devoid of mortal scrutiny, in itself so pure.
You
my friend had lauded the raven's black feathers,
to
you they were the blackest of the black.
Or
maybe as childish desires you had touched your mistress's hair,
all
the while the blackest of the black.
Did
black comfort you?
Did
you not hide under the blankets during one summer
to
get your fill of black?
It
was probably after you had lost your umbrella,
and
got drenched in the misfortunes of the
yore.
Black
did comfort me,
since
my earliest days.
I
used to dive under the pillows and the blankets,
go
give myself a dose of much needed solace
I
believed that black was my guardian angel,
today
in this void I am in.
I
had left my mortal remains,
eons
or so left behind.
Or
was it yesterday,
timeless
I have become.
I
heard moans but that was too long ago,
or
was it yesterday I really do not know.
The
void asked me not to moan,
but led me silently but surely towards the infinity I belong.
I
float in utter void,
the
soft silky hands comforting me,
No
I do not see a speak of light,
nor
tunnels anywhere.
As
I am being pulled
to
a new dimension.
I
just had the time to look back once more,
I
witness myself as a ridicule In the dimension I had left.
I
have become a part,
a
parr of unimaginable,
All
my strive at present,
is
to reach the perfectness of my soul.