Satin Blizzard

By Ritaja Biswas

A million minutes ago; I faced a storm inside this wreckage of dead bones.

A fragment shifted inside the chords of monotone and tunes of misleading doubts.

Few hours from now; another stone may hit the ground and crack it down into simple soil of peace.

Curiosity kills faster than death itself.

A kiss to kiss away all the timelines of schedule; 

I faded in a few miles of solitude and peace.

Bring me back from the minutes of grace; take me away in the flow of sanctity.

A million moments ago; a ship held on to the wind; and I faced love sailing away in the air of faraway longings.

Call it a way of calling the past once again beneath this heat of regrets.

Call it a story of summoning the present to reappear and gain its ground.

Call it a poem of personifying the future to fly away above the ranges of expectations. 

Tonight again; In the hollows of disorder and sarcasm; I found a blizzard to wrap myself up.

Be it a song to remember, the storms and strokes of satin rage.

By Ritaja Biswas