CONFUSION

In the head there is a light.

Below the feet there is a night.

The window shows the sun.

The morning recalls the fun.

The night brings in the moon.

The summer talks at noon.

Music talks to the soul.

All around, lives roll.

The immovable stone tries to talk.

At the door the festivals knock.

Eyes see her through the window.

The stray dogs come and go.

The heart tries to speak.

The door opens with a creak.

The sky is cloudy now and then.

The sun plays hide-and-seek often.

Words hit the brain and disappear.

Rain often pours with thunder.

Autumn is all around but chaotic.

Time does fly with the freak.

The food spreads its aroma.

The city casts her unique chroma.

On the heap of words sits a butterfly.

The soul wants to fly high.

There are colours all around.

Life is always time-bound.

Air touches the soft skin.

The eyes wait for a soft beam.

Words come and go.

Eyes see her through the window.

In the head there is a light.

Below the feet there is a night.

The heart talks to the unknown.

The mind becomes confused and torn.

In the head there is a light.

Below the feet there is a night.

©Saibal Ray

08/10/2026