Writings of the wanderer

Glassy Dreams He stood before us Talking about the glass world The lenses, the prisms, The mirrors that reflected Taking us through various curvatures To the gay colours of the retina The black spot promising complete darkness Subtending angles of vastness How the magnifying power of the lens Could make us look at the world so vivid Scattered light, famished flights Dispersed into rainbows The parabolic strands of colour Unveiling like some new promises in the sky Reflecting the glee of the droplets Which remain suspended in work The world of the micro and macro The world so full with gusto And his hands continue to show The universe is nothing but more -Kasturi Ghosh