Full of emptiness I  stand
From an unremembered past
To turn the troubles of my face merely upon myself
With passions of some difference
It gives me soil to my behavior
My breast has buried the thoughts of great values
My eyes see not myself, but the reflection of your somebody
Turning a no-body in every moment.
I have no such negligence
As will turn your hidden worthiness’ into your eyes
That you might see your shadow
All dangerous images seek into me
That which is not me
You cannot see yourself so well as my reflection
I can modestly discover you for yourself that yet you know not
The false promises of your love
I prefer myself to all roots
To be afraid of your hidden image
The stormy hearts of disagreement with me
Arising from the flames of your body
Walking under your huge legs

Peeping about to find yourself in the dishonorable grave
I will consider what you have said
I will consider what you have to say
I will with patient have and find a time
Both we to hear and answer one another.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

Awarded Poem
(By Poetry First publishing International , as top 100 poems of the World-2015)


With the feathering breast of silvery wings
I float in the sky
Dancing in tune with the wind
Merging all my desires with it.
I find myself entirely there
When I myself is no more.
None can frustrate me as I have no aim
None can defeat me as I have no desire to win
I simply float with a desire less effort to go nowhere
Because I am not there to find myself.
My appearance is nothing
But the illusion of my disappearance
It is the only strength of my Being
I know the art of melting into nothingness
Under the cruel passion of loosing myself.
The whole liberty is in my palm
My warm womb, full of emptiness
Carries the whole universe
Breathing silently in deep slumber.
My pity flow in all dimensions to the stumbling man
Groping in the darkness of his self created hell
My compassion turns futile before it reaches the dark valley .
I have no language to communicate
Simply to commune with my words of light.
But hopeless I am
The moment my words reach you
You change the meaning with your tricky words
You may understand me or understand not
But you cannot misunderstand me  
As you cannot distort my silence
But is my helpless ness
To be with you in the closest distance
I see everything suspended moment to moment.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

(Awarded with International Elite Writer’s Award )

I crawl fast on my stomach
Over the gray fields of summer
The feet ached tramping up and down
Dug out from the memory of the hard days
Needless to look their safety as my own.
I listen the simple rhythms of the blizzard
All the night through
Cool them under the ****** coat of humanity
With a deep faith on what the warmth of the coldness can do.
The hungry child searching for a drop of milk
From the mother’s in capable settled breast
Palms return hopeless
An infinite voidness settled on two liquid eyes
But just consoles of the undone breast today
Would be overflowing tomorrow.
The heart stands still, with no passion to inspire
Yet, I think,
To wait for nothing is the final freedom
Water must run between two narrow cruel banks of the river
Never in all my life have I complained.
I fail to endure the terrible joy of my being a human
Of an unpromised tomorrow.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

Close your eyes
Open again
What use pretending friends
While the smoke of sweet enemy flowing in our veins?
Come across my heart
Drive a knife.
You will find the smell of a hypocritical blood
In the sip of a coffee from an imported cup.
For heaven’s sake
Let not compel a ‘bad trust’ to be a thread
Between us
Close your eyes again
Just to know
We are strangers to one another
The yellow leafs of the stormy sky
No storm, no rain
When we close the eyes
In the forest of humans
All is dark and invisible.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

The cup cracked at the bottom
To pour out the last drop of water
Just to have an answer
To empty out all the  contents.
The wine laughing at the passing time
The finger prints wish one another
When the cup receives the intimate thoughts
Staring at the lost reflection at its depth.
All the promises carefully forget
That once there was life
In the overflowing emptiness.
The substance of the hollow words
Reflect the sweet blindness for a temporary thrill.
The day tells a lot of stories
In the pages of a neglected book.
Questions in the blinding light
Go mute on the weightless paper
To follow the soundless smile of the dry water
And to make the honey sweet
Because of the flower’s love for the bee.


Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash

The sweet mistake for the false water
Forgotten altogether in the ancient discovery.
No child is old enough to play in puddles
That the doll might drink
To believe the reflections to be real people
Delighting in shaping and extending the fantasy.
All are drowned and restored to another heaven
In walking their reversed feet
Just thinking
The shadow of their shadow belongs to them.
It is a world indeed
Where the sky shines beneath us
Where the feet of the second self
Walks against the go.
The broken ashes are rebuilt in darkness
Fighting to maintain an uncomfortable satisfaction
The painted glowing stars in the dark room
Walk closer than ever
As effects of an absented cause
With the hope that
What that is not lost can never be found
On the surface
Broken by the shadows.