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