Laugh as I arrange secrets in a row.
A few poems sit idle soaking in Sun,
The breeze wrote flirty letters for fun.
Dreams, seldom real yet come true
A distant island harbours my due.
A restlessness floats around
It's my story that your words sound.
Your habits paint with colours
Sky starts a song for parched flowers.
The grey clouds throw tantrums
Street promises a song on our terms.
I can be your tale, an enigma, a tear
Myriad forms happy to share.
Make me a myth with one embrace
Together the glaciar we chase.
Those nicknames, oh so familiar
Drenched in an intoxicant rare.
Completed verses make no sense
Galaxies become one with that one Yes.
- Sutapa Kar
