Tuesday, 24 May 2016

The Dark Of The Night

Lying awake at two in the morning
Unable to sleep
Even thinking about death
Doesn't do the trick.
Not being afraid
Of the endless dark
Beyond the edge of forever
No longer seems enough.
A universe made of electric charges
Quarks and empty space
Seems a stage that trivialises
The mere spark of a moment
That is this life, these dreams, this face.
Hold out your hand, touch me, do -
At this moment I need a moment with you.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2016

1 comment:

  1. Half a world away
    I cannot touch you except
    With my thoughts reading your words
    If I put something on your page
    Just for you
    Would that be of comfort? No.
    A screen is no match
    For the warmth of touch.
    Half a world away.


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