Visions of Pragma | Yuktimmana Bandopadhyay

I want you to infinitely immerse me

In the softness of your fresh laundry

In the embrace of magical monotony

In the warmth of a priceless memory.

And when I finally fall asleep at dawn

Play me your mind's lovely cacophony

I want your riverine hands in my hair

And for you to bathe me in hope.

Who cares about the morning after

When untying our knots is all we'll do

In this silence that chants our names

While I take off all the masks I wear.

Drunk on love strewn across the lawn

Right here

Right now

I want to watch the fireflies with you.