New Light

A Poem by Swagato Saha

This concerns the fallacy of representation, as it tries to number the unnamable colours, unnamable to "listless (colour) maps". Yet modernity, in the guise of white LEDs, sees the unnamable depart.

To listless maps stood sparsely strewn,
Asked the wanton wave - "How then name?
The pallor of green by silver moons?
Or evening's blue to sodiate flames?"

The highway's dim of tangerine eyes,
Did bear no trace of prior day,
To melon homes down alley's side,
Where ether feet forget their way...

Till petrified by anemic glares!
Clarion as eternal suns,
Interrogate the blinded snares,
Such gilded skins to marrows crawl.

"What remains of our starry night?"
But numbered hues on stone-eyed streets;
And rogue's search in lone coral light,
For sandmen, ghosts, or memories...