Yet to You

By Archita Nongthombam

The red drapes fall

Over the whole

As I watch the sky

Darkness spread in all,

And I think of you.

In the silent evenings

Brings, a gust of wind,

The scent of the world

Trailing through the woods.

Then, I think of you.

In hollow howlings of mountain trees,

In the fall of discoloured leaves,

While a walk beside bushes,

Evening dews bursting on my toes,

I think of you.

In the roars of the clouds

Reconciling their differences,

In the rage, with which the sky pours

In the white light and in a moment of relief

I think of you.

I think of you and

All that’s said and yet none to you

Everything has changed and yet you remained,

Said all but yet this to you.

By Archita Nongthombam