An Alchemy of Despair

By Bikirina Borah

The polis outside brims with noise,

At home, no siren;

Slowly, the ruckus drowns in the pool

By the land of thoughts so barren.

Hot flushes all encompassing,

Prickling against my cover,

From mind’s darkest alleys

And mountains and valleys emerge

Cloudless rain:

A silent chauffeur.

Tingling my legs with a subtle twitch

It creeps up fresh, entails:

Securing my breath, it bargains

For my judgement, my senses.

Palpitating heart then mollifies

As I unravel the game,

For spun out lingering efforts:

With a chimerical hope,

An evanescence of happiness

I marshal to tame.

By Bikirina Borah