Rejoinder

Silent was the sun
except the sunbeams and brightness 
it scattered,  during the day 
why the fickle moon raising 
so many questions needing emphatic 
answers in the midnight!

Between the scorching heat and 
uneasy moonlit late night,
sandwiched is the failed fantasy 
like the half-burnt wood 
simmering with last remnants of hot ashes.
Questions never stopped gate-crashing
but who will give pacifying matching answers
when mystery reigns in the wintry night,
acute uneasinesses rules the mind
severe pain pierces the heart 
and paradoxes fill the air?
The fragrance of sweet Jasmine 
and the cool breeze,outside,
are trying their best to palliate things, consolating en route a distraction 
but why it can't be from the sources it is needed most? 
if not now in the moonlit night 
then at least in the new morning? 


Kamakhya