Saturday 21 November 2015

A smile on a stranger’s face
I hold fast to the love I shared
Not just the recent tears
I have kept hidden behind my eyes
That are closer than ever before.
The morning sun rises
Thoughts are busy
Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon.
The anesthetic breeze stiring round the head
Lying with the lost sense on the operation table.
While you are in deep slumber
I have gently kissed your fore head
The stars that shine brightly in the sky
Help me watch over you
To keep you away from all harms.
I am the wind in the trees ,
the song of the birds,
The moonbeam in the midnight sky,
The glorious rainbow after the storm,
The morning dew of a freshly fallen snow.
I am a smile on a stranger’s face
A gentle touch of a warm embrace.
I let you come in
Because the knock had come
My memory goes in the blind night glass
Where you get up to the irrational logic of the flesh.
The moment of change witnesses the irony of promise
Sleepless with every light in the house
The speech encloses me comes from the mud-world.
The half-grown imagination has a message of a long sigh
Each of your rainy words were old and sick
Cannot remember the last thing you wanted.
But,
It is too late to give up these words.
I am compelled to deliver you
All the unkind words faithfully
The naked message on your face is alive
Leaving nothing out.


Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu dash

Saturday 25 July 2015

Name Plate
Dr.Sudhansu Dash
I tell my story in the curve of desires
My life hanging on the wall
Threatens to fall at any moment
Living with all expired futures
yet
Speaking me to be a somebody
In the twisted lies of letters
I am designing myself to hide my lies behind me
In all my life I think of life
Thinking  of life I confirm a death.
Whole my signature is on water of the river
That dries up half way
The map of the face comes in the mid night hour
The return after my coming
Consoled me that I came
But drew a question of my return once more.
At night
When all voices die
I am unable to force the answer from myself.
I did know that words betray

As the lips are parted before they are awakened

Monday 29 June 2015

Moving with the crowd





Dr Sudhansu Dash


I am walking with the crowd with my mind
It is always with me
Many moving with me
On the Solid and concrete highway
I think
The crowd is going somewhere
It gives me a feeling of security with the calculated map
In fact
It is moving but not moving anywhere
No crowd has ever reached any goal
Excepting a secured falsity
I am disillusioned of it.
It goes on moving and moving before I was born
It will move after my death
The moment I start falling towards the heart
I fall to the abyss of my being
Go astray
With my heart I am alone
All that is dangerous comes out of it
Fear grasps me, possesses me
Asking
‘Where are you going
Carrying the most dangerous thing in the world?’
Nobody is with me
But me and my total loneliness.
 I am at the centre of my being
Unmapped , unmeasured and fearless
From every dimension

The center without any circumference.
If You have Tears
Dr.Sudhansu Dash

My heart is not too big to cry for the other
To hear anybody’s cause
To awake my senses to your plight
How unwanted a man I am  moving on the soil?
  This question is enrolled in the pages of my death
To receive the benefits of my dying.
I speak not to disprove what I speak
But I am to speak it
Because I know it.
My heart is in the coffin
 I will not wait till it comes back to me.
Tomorrow the words of me might stand against the world
If you have tears
Prepare to shade them now

Lest they would unkindly knock your door tomorrow.

Sunday 21 June 2015

The Untrusted Painter


Dr Sudhansu Dash


All thoughtless  images of his thoughts
Painted the midnight in the sacred wood
The withered vain bleed in the lips
To write the story of the hunted bird.
The body goes from nakedness to another nakedness
What is that running through that animal blood
To murder a stranger?
None shares the guilt
On the painted stage to eat up the heart
Leaves nothing
But
The nothings that belong to all the unsaid words.
The painter names nothing
To guard the thoughts man thinks in the mind alone.
The body of the night on the canvas
Bleeds the irrational blood
For the figure to begin the play.

Here at life’s end makes the truth known.

Tuesday 16 June 2015

A journey into Me




Dr.Sudhansu Dash

I don’t know where I am
 Beautiful in my own nature
No river flows of any water
I am an opening to my self
Answering no question I stand alone
I live here and now
Living, dancing and celebrating each moment
Allows the total mystery into me
Only I receive the answer  asking no question
End and beginning ends in one point
I have just become my own
I do not become a thing to know me
But to miss the self in myself
I go to the center to become what
Suddenly all questions dissolve.
Misunderstand not
It is not a solution to a problem
No problem, no solution.
I am  not swimming in the river
No struggle
I have become the river
The river becomes me
Your ego gets offended
But
You cannot deceive me the sky
 Bothered by infinite questions
Cunning words of philosophy
I know you because I have known you
It is neither my thought nor my action

It is simply my being
Do not ask Me




Dr.Sudhansu Dash
Do not ask me
How do I miss my way in my shadow?
No joy or suffering touches me today
They are meaningless
The swampy inside full of colorlessness
Since long I have burnt all the words and passions of my own
The burning candle in the mid sun
Melting fast in sun and flame with its color and smell
Till crumbles to the earth
Holding something inside
She does not know.
She has forgotten many things in those days
Yet history burns under her feet
With the coldest fire of spring

There hides the event that has never happened