I see through the windows, a dry afternoon stoops down
The flamboyant horizon moves backward in haste
Stealing all colours and lively symphonies
A starving orphan moon plays in solitude in the farthest
Your coffined history sways in a frenetic way
In between the two endpoints of that grey duplicity.
Winter mists sing with honey bees in unison-fantasy
There’s an illusion meditates like the Buddha
Time is drugged to assuage the lengthy solstitial pain
A scorching summer relationship, yet fantastic
Some tortured nomadic feelings lay enveloped
At the dead-end of the street a strange cul-de-sac.
Standing in a cross-roads your invertebrate frustration
Inhale a mass of carbon dioxide, life in death often rejoices
You look disproportionately aloof, bending like a scarecrow
What stops you to re-erect the scaffold to redesign the lost hope?
As the east sky unfurls a saffron canopy
We migrate to a different land asymmetrically.
Pitambar Naik was born and raised in Odisha in India, went to Gangadhar Meher College in Sambalpur for a BA and Osmania University for an MA. He is an advertising copywriter based in Hyderabad and writes poetry and non-fiction in English. He has been featured in journals such as Brown Critique, Spark Magazine, CLRI, Indian Review, Indian Ruminations, Galaxy-IMRJ, UK, Hunter Poems, UK, Muse India, HEArt Online in the USA, Indian Periodical, Metaphor in the Philippines, Poetic Prism, An Anthology of Poetry of international poets and elsewhere. Some of his poems are due to be featured in the Kitab, Singapore and Prachya Review in Bangladesh. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org