All of these words
Ever present in my mind
And all of you
A gift my heart cannot contain
For dreams are lucid
And tears fabricated
And my hearts only desire
Is to lay down in your arms
But here I find myself
On the ground
Strewn among the roses
It is not romantic
But it is sweet, and sickly
All at once
To be in your mind
And as I wander
The corridors of your mind
Knocking on doors
Slipping into your thoughts
I cry.
For I know
This is where I belong
And to you I will always return
My thoughts run
Out of my ears
And intertwine into yours
Will we ever end?
I know that we will die
That is for sure
But an end?
To be love we have
Is in foreseeable in my sky

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

A lover's task: to give and no to take
To see in eyes what is a heart could need
to grow a garden with the love you make
to tend the place where you have planted seed.
Sweet flowers then will lovers cultivate,
or hardy crops withstanding summer rain
but every living thing runs out its date
the harvest of your love will bring you pain.
and so by days and years we sow our love
then reap a foreign feeling from the ground
this common ground, this dirt fed from above
has nothing left but holes to which we're bound
from love to love we spring but end in dirt
then love again, forgetting last springs hurt.

There are few things that conquer me
But none more than serenity
Surrender to simplicity
My cup of tea and poetry