The Insider

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I am not afraid of

Falling from the above

But the presence of an untrusted heart in me

Digging my own grave

Before an intimate death.

The prison I have made

With the sticks and straws

Of my poisonous passions

I have constructed it

myself with all carefulness

Nights after nights

I have caged this life

Shading drops of innocent tears.

The un piercing darkness

Drinks them with a thousand and one false promises

It may deceive anything

But cannot betray my unquestionable excuses

To hold you unhurt in my palm

Till you are exhausted of your merciless bearings

It is the only why

I return in every sunset to my sweet misfortune

Pulled again and again

To the smell of the earth

With a never ending curse.