Monday, January 14, 2019

Aneek Chatterjee writes

Empty Room

I do not wish to eulogize  
an empty room. Sound ridicules   
when I call you. And that window
always greets  
the dying sun.
If I search you, unplugged lights
blink; removed decorations
tell me the smell had left  
long back.  
Old furniture reappears,
unbearably stoic.
A vacuum engulfs through
a long dip in the empty room  

And the orange ball invites me
to visit the irresistible black hole. 
Sun in an Empty Room -- Edward Hopper

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