A meeting of the senses
In the foreign dark streets of the previously inhabited
That have since been deserted for want of
A dash of black illuminating the recesses of the cold, damp city
Or perhaps by the side of a stream
Somewhere deep in the forest
Far away from either of our homes
Or a quiet library where no one dares to disturb
And piles of books lie undisturbed for weeks
Perhaps it is there that we find salvation
For the world will soon tire of us,
We are but one of its many puzzles
And so we must flee
To someplace no one will find us
Until the dawn comes and we wake in our own beds.
~ Vruta Gupte, 2017.