As if on cue, the wings soar up—keep flying high
Singing birds spread harmony across the blue sky
They slow down mid-flight, seek rest for a while
The silent runway looks on, offers a quick smile
Wistfulness grips hard, past reflections bid goodbye.
Basking in the comfort of a glittering evening
Even concrete shapes seem warm and inviting
The aerodrome, though, remains lonely as ever—
Clouds float around without sense of direction
Lights come on sudden—bright, full of passion
The north wind beckons, has a message to deliver.
Another day ends with the promise of redemption
Lost souls, bathed in gold, begin their ascension
They slow down mid-flight, seek rest for a while
White doves flock around, offer a tender smile
Melancholia paints the dusk in colors of emotion.
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Souvik Chakraborty, by profession a mid-level manager at Steel Authority of India Ltd., has, since his early days, been a voracious reader of both literary and popular fiction. Till date he has edited eight acclaimed anthologies in English, and a handful in Bengali as well. When not busy collating stories, Souvik likes to try his hand at penning poems and speculative yarns, and over the past few years, has contributed a number of short pieces to various renowned periodicals. He loves playing the guitar, and his hobbies include listening to rock music and watching thriller movies.