Anirbit Mukherjee - A date with nothingness

A night with a drunk ghost,
A journey into the dark forests of hope.

A wait for the one who shall descend from the thin air
Into the flimsy images of an airy existence.

The dreary night unfolds; into the lap of nothingness,
The exotic aroma of time; enwraps the numb senses,

It is the love for the one beyond existence,
It is the love for what is beyond senses.

Drunk am i in the wine of its apparition,
Drunk shall i want to be in its esoteric mirages...

Intoxication of it not being there....
Submerges the anticipation of it being here.

But when?


Here shall i wait, never wanting it to come;
Here shall i stand, for it to find me waiting.

Anirbit Mukherjee

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