Theme: Despair

The Blind Flight

Your fuel is flaring the flame. 

The balloon leaves the ground 
With the air breathed in 
By the hunger of an empty vessel.

How appalling this intoxication
Your playing with fire is!
Those curated ups and downs -
The controlled pace -
All those rise from craving natural instincts.

When the flame touches the forefinger
By the cruel blow 
The cold settles in forever on emotional assemblage.

Lady, don't you feel the pain 
By such weariness of immersion on the way 
When you were just turning goddess! 


More By  :  Kingshuk Chakraborty

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