Black
like the night sky without any stars
like the ink spilt over a page, darkening it
like the black hole, consuming even a hint of light.
I see black when I close my eyes
no, not the kind you think
the kind that feels surreal
closing in
and choking you
and consuming you.
He stood
all dressed in white, with a smile
that can collapse heaven
and that can crumble hell
and that can rip my heart apart and make me bleed.
Is it real?
I ask myself
Is he
a ghost
a figment
a lovesong
a part of my soul.
Is he as human as I am?
Every time I open my eyes I feel alive, just enough to breathe.
- Kasturi Banerjee
