The Lonely Scientist
The shattered jar; inherits a few broken cookies.
Half glass of discarded wine.
And some torn equations!
The scientist feels mid-night evocation from them.
He sits in front of the window.
It's 4 am; the light wave of bright moon sprinkles at his teary shiny eyes.
Maple trees stare at him, like the queue of giants, as if near to engulf.
Yet, they abide by the frantic wind and vow to the scientist.
He remembers the last night conversation with dead souls.
About the equation they once composed.
Tries to solve his own.
And finds nothing but some lost verses of God and hears His stubborn echoes.
Love was for him, like a flying fox when it gets immersed in the dark.
He felt just the vague point where two fingers once coalesced.
He used to draw some colorful arcs around his heavenly amour.
They were so blazed;
their aggrandizement formed right at ambiguity core.
Darkness finally apprises him of the mellow ray of sun.
Deep agony surrounds his lonely premises again.
Still the lonely scientist chooses to take shelter under the shadow of blue rain!