If you kick at the door to open and see,

you're a fool in public transport.

Then, let me be a foolish drunk

When I open the door to see in dark,

So dark as sages say, you can't foresee

Clouds of gloom.

But the cloud that stands still,

never makes out from transient smokes,

only awaiting for the hours fleet.

How lonely the room appeared!

The night passed the pain and pleasures,

clasped in costly stone, now gone in faded treasures.

Although I knew, you can't see but—

I was wishing for a shade in dark;

So, I tiptoe in the parting hour when little

terror broke apart, those tiny dust makes

a hole, like cameo on camera rolls and

I, for once seemed doubtless as such precious

things keepsake in daylight, slowly faded

mote now makes a narrow light, making bright

the door peephole.

And I could see in the dark even if the light never came out.

— 7th September, 2023