Sinner Poem by Saroj Padhi

A sinner, not a saint
a silent lover of all that in words I paint
toiling hard to find out in quiet
how I connect to my universe
as the singing, sighing, soaring, suffering poet,
as you laze on in the Winter sun
or on a balmy starlit roof, loiter on
like a cat weaving gossamer dreams
in the lustrous streets of endless desires
and waiting for the opportunity
to jump over jinxed fence of wires
before putting out the simmering fires,
when I wander like a glowworm
in the fragrant alley of my past love
in search of a little dark
in the midst of garish lights
away from shadows' mortal fights
before I settle down for the night
in some secret hideout I'm trying to sight!