In Search Of The Kite

By Prosari Chanda

Followed the dawning light

in search of a kite

that lost itself mid-way.

Stumbled on darkness

I once thought I’d outrun—

It was no place,

Yet every place I’d never been before.

This search

it will not end soon,

And

I’m not ready to be found.

I tried fitting

between the cracks and cuts

the hollowed places

to feed my restless hunger.

Hunger of road trips

down unlit tracks,

of whiskeys for breakfast,

of childhood greed, 

of fragility burning out moments.

Time catches fire.

feet keep walking

unwilling to settle in a world

that settles too soon.

Where do I go from here?

Did I ever see the kite I came after?

Maybe not.

Chasing that instinct

that ache of the almost

is all I know.

By Prosari Chanda