I think
I have collected the whole world
But
The bag is empty with nothingness
The match I was playing to my latest rest
To die only the life in earnest
The shadows of vanity
Lived in another’s breath in a withered spring.
The winter night shivering in snow
Lifting up the tearful eyes for another disappearance
Warmth gives the illusion of fire once again
To melt into the untruth of a lying messenger.
The unarmed wise looser
Fights with his tears in the battle field .

In an uneasy sequence of fear
I prepare myself to redefine my being
The world comes down to what
That never shaped itself
Never shall ever the same
The letters are stretched
To the boundary of my fate
All innocents sail towards the undetermined end
At the close of the day.
All numbers end
When darkness rests on the eyelid.
Sleep is about to be somewhere
Waiting at the corner
I know how to leave the numbers
And wait for them to reappear
In a long arrangement of cause and consequences
Leave it alone
This is the end of the road
What lies beyond it
You need not know
The is no need to calculate the figures now
And then….

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That day in an unbecoming morning
You told me
You will be broken
If left you half way
I kept you carefully in me
With a fear
Least you will be broken
I could not understand you then
You broke all my innocent present
Sometimes you come in a stormy night
Or in a merciless sun
In my aloneness.
I have tried in so many ways
To understand your presence
But failed
Now everywhere there is lighted darkness
You cannot hide in me anywhere
Still my unattached waiting for your
Egoless smile
Hanging in your broken lips

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He shares his self arranged alphabets
The conventional signs that are
Not the same to others as to himself.
The feelings shared with convenient deceptions
Half said and half unsaid
Concealed under the broken breast
The words conceived from scars bleed faithfully
Inside the concrete walls of the heart
His love cannot see hope from any angle
Freedom asleep under the cold blanket
Of the errorless sin of an humble wanderer
The heart compels to weep the compassion seen in the tears
Length mocks the breadth
Breadth mocks the height
In the solitary confinement of an unseen crime
To exploit the grief.
Dark blood and cold flesh of death
Have made undone all the sighs
Of the violet face inside the blackened walls.

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My writings are in a wet paper
My morning starts on a floating wave
My memory in a missing time
Everything uncertain and unclear
All the de-petaled flowers of yesterday
Yet I am forced to live into which I am betrayed
Following a journey for a war of life.
Being a conqueror
When I return
YOU (life) are excited for another death.
Futile attempt, futile ego.
I deceive myself sincerely knowing much about YOU
But manage carefully not to know YOU.
YOU cling
To the murderous innocency of the child’s smile
To the unbearable softness of the winter morning sun
To the softest violence of the mother’s love
To the invisible darkness of the no-moon night
To the sharp look of the eye
To the vapors of a warm kiss on the fore head
Still much remain unsaid and untouched
Perhaps any say about YOU is unsay able
And all unsayables are the only sayings of you
Perhaps you are not available when I am there
But available when I am not there
YOURS
The Seeker.

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It looks up with no desire
To touch the infinity
But a passion to be infinitely small
To cling to the earth
To serve with all its softness it possesses in its heart
To soften the merciless feet of human
Walking on it.
It suffers with all pleasure
Under the feet
Under a merciless sun
Under the hungry mouths of the cow
Without a complain.
Its candle burns on both the ends
That is its only excuse to live.
No suffering can disturb it
It is beyond the mortal frame
In constant communion with the beyond
Drinking the nectar of infinite joy
In its unidentified frame.
Its soul pervades everywhere
From dust to the cosmos
From time to the timeless
From tears to smiles
With enough of its presence
In the smell of a passionate heart.


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Dumb, deaf and blind
She stands alone unmoved from the soil
So many storms have left signatures of grave
Some have cracked the bones
Some have soaked the blood
Her heart broken into thousands of pieces
She gathers them again
Rearranges them with a confidence
Lest, it will be losing its tolerance for another storm.
She expects nothing
Just some drops of water
To fill her womb with a life for her child
Standing under the shade.
She not indebted to any
Showers her whole being in a thousand and one ways.
Her breathing spreads to every dimension
Crossing all the boundaries of discrimination
To feed the vital.
Life emanates from her
An unidentified oneness she chants throughout
The wood cutter cutting half of her body
Resting under her shade in tiredness
To gather strength for the next half.
The unbounded dimension of her grace
Rains on his body from head to feet.
She knows that what nobody knows
She speaks that what no one can listen
She sees that what no one can perceive
The music of her leafs reaches not the incapable ears
She knows the secrets of life
The art of giving herself entirely
Converting each suffering to a virtue.
I take but a chance to feel
My life is a part of her life
The vital that vibrates in her
Shares my core.
I bleed when she is hurt
My heart beats when she breathes
In a complete harmony.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash