Sunday Poetry by Tulsi Karmakar

Night

I’m tired,
Try to refresh myself,
On a bed beside window.
I watch,
Slowly, silently, gently,
Night is come.
Ponds, path, tree, house covered with dark.
No pain, no perfume
Only invisible black.
It’s a magic particle.
Where is shape?
Vanish!
Feelings
Eyes, out of order.
But thinking are still working.
Now, I’m captured by sleep.
Dream is come.
Without eye, I see.
Colour & shapes, all are back.
Wow! how is possible?
May be, might be, must be,
At least, a god particle or,
One atom of universe exist in mind.
Tick, tick, tick
Right……..
Let’s enjoy the night.
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