Memories of the Night

The queen of the daylight lurks likes memories. Then is gone her silky array of words in Bangla Disappearing fast as the blue king of the night in Hindi, She regains her place, moves back and forward, sits in the throne of the dappled memories in English wheels to stalls: maladies and wellness of the world. Words are loaded with possibilities random, many windows holding images and conceits touching the rainbow in the limitless blue. The queen has many rooms to her . Lived with shades she keeps words as her guardian sylph protecting from the valour of Words. Pictures of delayed morning, each day that passes in the thesaurus of words, memories of the night unfold.