National Poem Writing Month 2021: Poem iv: Stringmaster

Inspired by …to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces…

Photo shared on 1st April, 2021, A Decorated Room Looking Over Star Studded Sky

Looking through the dead old cold blue I look inside the life of mine.

Questioning the notion of God I don the crown of being one.

A fallen one, a demi god. Not of importance; just salt to a dish.

The path that formed by glowing illuminated flames between

the stars is my roaming street. Looking down from the glass

I am looking inside the life lived so far. The street will come to

last wall when the stars will disappeared from front of the eyes.

And I will be on the pyre. A human then not the God or a winged

angel. Sitting on the couch I am the stringmaster trying to master

to pull the strings of every moment betwixt and between every

breath.

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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