THE DARK CHAMBER

In the silence of darkness,

Tracing an iota of light,

Cut off from the world, at large;

In a world teeming with brightness,

I woke up to nothingness.

A sudden dot of light

Fell on the floor,

A brave new ray

Entered through a hole.

Mad dust,

Dancing

To the rhythm of randomness.

Is that the beauty of light?

Or a repetition of madness?

—Bhaskar Saikia