The Red Sun Sets...

Yesterday,
When a red dawn broke,
From the remnants of a blue night,
I was too drunk,
In Red thoughts
And philosophies,
In the splendor,
Of an empty promise,

‘Felt like a dream.

Hence Red became an opium,
Soul of a heartless world,
Sigh of a million.

And hardly can I recall,
When my blue blood turned red,
Till this day,
When every drop of it,
Found a vent in my veins.

Khaki monsters!
I pity you!

(I, the Soul of a City of Joy,
In the graveyard of rotten dreams)

And I stare,
And I sigh,
And I secretly smile,


For,
Tomorrow,
A blue dawn would break,
From the remnants of a red nightmare,
For,
Tomorrow,
I’d fly.


And I am ready to wait.

-Rajyashree Sen