IVY

There is silver lining of hope behind those dark clouds!

"IVY"
Saikat Basu

Scrabbling rugged stones,
Denying gravity,
And gravitational force,
Melancholy blowing
In stagnant wind and within
Lost and deserted soul,
In cramped whole,
Growing on its own.
Grabbing dark trite,
And frayed emotions,
Living alone.

Feeble and faint ray of hope,
Percolating through thy tiny holes,
Affirming its presence gently,
Behind the opaque separation,
Behind the veil, the presence of,
Other side of dark and gloomy world,
Scratching inclined vertigo,
Dominating unnerving blow,
The force of thy gravity,
The irresistible pain,
Of tearing nerves and veins
Of its soul, in search of life,
To overflow its tired soul,
To quench its unfathomable thirst of decades,
With other name of the life, called hope.

Thy Ivy is crawling alone.