Realising the Language of Darkness
Dr. Manas Bakshi
Darkness has its own language,
The evening touch of soft fingers
In fullness of an awaited equilibrium
Means something like that.
Imagination moves a step further
Into the vistas of an art gallery
Displaying temporal art strokes.
Contrast of colors,
water or oil
Create images
That too speak their own language
Not before all of us,
Not even always.
The language is of darkness
Of satirical conjecture
To begin with imagination
Not to end in physical fulfillment,
The matrix is always there
For self realisation
In the same language of an innate darkness
Lingering on afterwards
As the memory of the first kiss
Ignoring even that
The
relation has lost all its warmth.