My presence so far, does then my world ever end?
How hazy my presence has been,
Walking secretly through people’s affairs
Like phantoms strolling through midnight lectures
Of two young intellectuals sitting by the street,
Of politics, religion, cinema, and JNU,
How they talk endlessly as if to add meaning
To the Beckett-y long nights that offers us
Nothing but a glint of Godot’s summoning us,
How hazy has my presence been
When unperturbed by the tall street light
Glowing through the night in an attempt to
Compete with the moon’s ever-praised glory
That can never fade, we never choose the
Street-light for poetry but the moon,
How golden the street –light while only
Surrounded by tiny insignificant insects,
How hazy has my presence been
When I loiter but fuse into everything
And every person’s becoming,
Through the mist that clothes me to the dreams
A vagabond stitches to think of new ways to live
Another morning that shall be tomorrow,
How hazy has my presence been
Although I have been here whirring with every move of the wind!
Gargee Baruah: She is currently a final year student of Masters in Literature (English) from University of Delhi. She is a freelancer by the day. Apart from scribbling, she likes reading (mostly outside her course), has a thing for good random conversations, travelling, blogging, indulging herself in music and singing, loves to be theatrical, likes to soak in the spiritual feeling dancing brings, identifies her dominant shade of personality with mysticism (but not sure).
