I have always wondered
About the mood,
Inside houses that dress themselves
In yellow tungsten bulbs,
Once evening descends
Like children running down the stairs.
Flowers of Van Gogh yellow,
Hanging from electric sockets,
Like sunflowers cast out of their clan.
In some hidden corner,
You might find, old photographs,
Looking more aged and senile
Under the yellow light of regret
And under the light of yellowed years.
By the time, the family is at dinner
The lights start dozing.
Even though they are the cheap ones
They still need their sleep.
Sayan Aich Bhowmik is currently Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Shirakole Mahavidyalaya, Kolkata. When not under the burden of answer scripts, departmental work and meeting deadlines, he can be found nurturing his love for watching movies and writing poetry. A published poet, he is also the editor of the blog Plato’s Caves, a semi-academic space for discussion on life, culture and literature.
