Opaquely Yours

A Poem by Swagato Saha

Orders of opaque 'gainst faces they raged,
Condemned to wordless recoil;
Obscured to depths whence long'd they waged,
O' what of thus silent turmoil?

"I regard thy surface sublime she seems,
To the ecstatic eye that strays!
Sure as foul tongues fail to redeem,
Our oddities dispelled at bay."

Orders of opaque while furiously sleep,
By absurdities they portend...
Conjurer o' depths, what spoils'd there keep -
Who waits at the alluded end?

"So in eventless dark our shadows speak,
Vain whose verses impose,
What remains then this senseless streak...
Midst gestures animose."