in the dead of night
mind discerns
the rhythm of
silence and sound
light and dark
joy and sorrow
pleasure and pain
presence and absence
loss and gain
company and solitude
harmony and dissonance
life and death
shrouded from
one another
yet one annihilates
without the other
unmitigated
soulmates
of divine balance
till the
end of time
I was not a writer
didn’t think i could be one
but my pen took charge
of my thoughts
at odd hours and
didn’t let me
put down my paper
till my ruminations
were done
go through the posts
some may just
touch your soul
smile at those
time and again
so my thoughts sublime
to power my pen.
Purobi Ghosh Mohan
Thinker, philosopher, dreamer,
poet, writer, nature enthusiast, traveller
