Zero Point
The backwater of the dike
Was a sea made out of a river
A fog whitening the blue
Hung everywhere
Over the vast stretch of water
The hill crests like waves
Blurred the sky with earth
The quiescence began
Zeroing me
To a particle of fog
And I became the fog
A transformation claiming nowhere
And everywhere at the same time.
It was not a mere scape
But your wild wide eyes
Absorbing me, my body, my memory
My love
I began dissipating
Into elements of light
suffused as rays of blue and white.
-- Chittaranjan Misra--