Darkness...

You want to be close to me
But don't ask me about the
Colours of my life.
Melancholies of night are my favourite identity.
Don't show me a dream
Because I got my first lesson of life
Inside the ribs of my mother's chest.
I am not habituated with dreams!
Don't ask me about the
Colours of love,
Neither flamboyance blown up in my heart
Nor I know the colour of Golden Shower!
I don't know how long a root of faith can sprout,
I never stepped on the valley of relationship!
I have an inborn practice of
Having an affair with darkness!

(Published in 'Horizon' of The Assam Tribune of 9th May/2014 edition)