Phosphenes
A sky denuded of stars
Is just like a garden devoid of blossoms.
Even when the night sky goes aloof too,
I close my eyes
And enter into a profound colloquy
With the phosphenes of my eyes.
These flickering phosphenes spring up at once
Presenting a phantasmagoria of various hues of blues.
How well have these phosphenes deciphered
That I possess a weakness for tranquility!
They pirouette incessantly
Displaying a multitude of shapes and forms,
As if essaying their utmost
To impart their solicitude to me,
To attend to my unvoiced revelations,
Scouring away the feeling of loneliness.
Copyright © Prapti Bhuyan | Year Posted 2023
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