BEYOND THE MIST

There was darkness unusual
And smoke all over.
I lost my individuality,
Then lost my Identity,
I had lost you!
I get lost in the smoke........
I lose and I gain a hole,
An abyss of void.
No other counterpart to fill it.
So I smoke and see it filling the hole,
Then I cannot see.
Smoke all over !
Just like the mist in the cold morning of Ooty;
I couldn't see you ,But i knew you were there.
-Arindam