Ganga

we live in sheer darkness
in satin skin callings since you all left
then
on a sudden day
i was left in the long hollow
not knowing
in a resilience
screaming as ever in sleep
driving
sitting on a sky
searching for you all
downup
tangible threads of a rusted iron
keeps on clanging
on a tympanum
it lost sorting long
back
they are here
they are here
incomprehensible
the ganga curls
in my dreams


Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra