Poetry

Absurdity had a presence. 
I was trying 
to find the meaning of a laughter. 
 
The living stone- 
had a personality, 
in the battle of a cosmic dance. 
 
It was crippling. 
A wide swath of landscape 
was inundated by fluid darkness. 
 
You will not find 
your home. Unconscious mind 
was busy in knitting – 
 
a yellow moon. Do you 
hear the sound of loneliness 
in the black sky?