Fusion
A light
Sinks into lethargy,
Dying for
A fusion with darkness.
Sunlight
The sunlight
Bathing in a river;
Bubbles of frolic
Dancing on the shifting surface.
Commotion
The strings of commotion
Stretched
Beyond time and space
Binding the universe
In a bundle
Of knotted ciphers.
Thoughts
Thoughts
Scamper across
The mind,
Colliding,
Falling over each other —
Stampede.
A Bumblebee
Drunk on nectar,
A bumblebee
Whirrs around,
Soaking in
The sunshine,
Zigzagging
Along the hedge,
Amazed at the beauty
Of the morn.
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Akshat Shukla is a research scholar at CSJM University, Kanpur, India. He is working on Ecocriticism for his research thesis. Apart from research writing, he writes poetry and fiction, in which he became interested when he was introduced to romantic poetry. His poems and stories have been published in Modern Research Studies, Ashvamegh Journal, Galaxy Journal, The Criterion Journal, Indian Ruminations Journal, The Literary Herald Journal, The Expression Journal, Ad Hoc Fiction, 121words, and Contemporary Literary Review of India.
Bee photo credit: Argo Navis
The thing here is you have entered into a microcosm and brought back for us such bold fine truths. All the best to you in language-flow, your entering of such a space of clarity: “amazing” “knotted” “cipher” ‘STAMPEDE’. “Stampede” is the word that blew me away into cool mystery.
A welcome interlude.
Thought provoking. The verses cascade from a spring of scintillating imagery and paradoxes .
Great friend!