Midnight Flash

When thunder rolls

night tightens into 

a tough knot of blindness,

I open my hair and wait

for the sky wind

to bring messages -

I don't know from where.

I seem to hear words

endearing and full of

perhaps -love.

When the sky clears

the knot melts away

in the sunshine I listen

to a loud range of

disconsolate rubbish

and then I love the world.

I love the world for -

its mysteries,

its drum shot riddles

and then I discover -

Love.

I rush out with my

flowing hair, coughing,

sneezing and panting

to catch the fleeting words

the sounds and the  silences

of the bygone centuries.

when flowers bloom,

birds  fly in sky,

everyone moves  their way

to be rooted somewhere

I never bother and ignore

all that men and women

loved and hated- I realize

no I was never in love.

Sabita Sahu