in the gloomy interface
as the light recede, serpent of dark crawls idly
deep into the night.

Sitting long over a cold corner
people pass by, bustling in the overlapping spheres of speech.

The spheres diffuse upto you
get tangled in the web of smoke and spilling dark.

Elongating curve's break straight in the oblivion
out of many, few stirs the ear,
drifting along the opaque air,
like piercing shrapnel's.

The smoky sap leaps up
the forbidden echoes in your vault,
whistling at a furtive pace,
in search of a lost enunciated word,
which leaked silently through the overburdened syntax of a dream, a long way back.

You sway in an unknown trajectory of the same primal origin,
always a new in the eclipsing evening.

subodh pandey

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