Feeding a hungry child

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The invisible stomach eaten away by hunger

The child stands naked at the door step

With two appealing eyes

For some food.

The skin covers the body in an indisciplined proportion

Bones want not to be

 In the arrangement of the body

Eyes escape in the indefinite fathom of the black hole

Bloods have turned their color to the virgin snow

His dried lips of the summer

Shivers to fall at any immediate moment

The future man of the Earth stands

For a perspective promising tomorrow

His heart drinks my salty blood

His hunger eats away my sweet flesh

His heartbeats pulsates in my pulse

Am I not a part of his body?

A leaf blade destroyed in my cruel palm

Affects millions of stars in the cosmos

The ocean is thirsty in the absence of a drop of water

I think

I am obliged to distribute the remaining of my unspend life

To the future

Standing at my door with two unfolded empty palms.

What More………

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

My hands in my pocket

All the rocks inside are mine

Paying for the forgotten crimes

On what comes and goes around

The echoes in my head

Surrounded by unfamiliar sounds

The greedy prison that has locked

 The symphony of devilish music

The pleasure of a death waited for a long time

The world is measured with the volume of my blood

The devil delight feasting on my youth

Before I listen it in my eyes

Entering the ay with no beauty to the sublime

My shade squeezes to a straight line

The prisoner is maintaining his silence all the while

With the constant summon of the grave to honor the dead

All my fears have been alloyed with joy

I am forced to carry my won cross on my shoulder

To crucify myself

I love you Death but I am not in love with you

You are taking me for a ride

But be careful for my heart

I expect nothing more

As the more has already happened

I am Well

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I am living a life

That disagrees with me

The sharp sword under my feet

Makes me bleed in every step

Looking back

Makes me afraid of

Falling into the immeasurable depth of the abyss

If I walk, I bleed

If I stop, I will be turned to a stone by some inevitable curse

Still,

Because you ask

I say

“I am well”

The Guest House

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

I am happy to find a listener

Who never follows me faithfully

In a confidential  depth of heart and mind

With perfect sympathy.

His thoughts might have frozen and words might have gone silenced

I am excused to imagine for a visitor to my body

In a helpless night.

My body burdened with decayed flesh and bone

Gives a faint idea of my life

Together with some character that move within me.

In the melancholic length of my never ending path

Everybody leaves me on the half way.

My bosom has all the softness for you

Permits itself to crumble any moment with a touch of negligence

I must be content to call it ‘affection’

Only a word

Everybody leaves me affected every moment. 

The Door without Handle

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Hiding myself behind me

The mask I wear always smiles behind a lie

Inside me I feel empty of missing a part of me

Nobody can hear my cry of the night

I have designed myself beautifully

 To hide all my falsities under the soil of a grave

My cracked bones, my decomposed flesh, my watery blood

The smell of hell locked in my heart

Behind all my smiles are the tears

Behind all my confidence are the fears

Of my gathered past and rearranged future

Everything there that you see

Is not everything that is me.

I have tried to unlock the door in all the sinning darkness

I have searched the handle to open it to prove my sincerity towards me

The door innocent and simple not to resist

It is the door without the handle

It waits to be opened not from outside but inside.

Smile of a Skeleton

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

I know not hypocrisy

Clinging to the virgin lips in my own style

With purpose

Neither to make my visitor happy nor unhappy

But a warm alertness of every uncertain moment

Standing with a motionless silence at your threshold

No passion, no dispassion can deceive me

I am just the signature of an unhunted grace of eternity

All the deception of your whole life

Melts into me unconditionally without a question

You may understand me, understand me not also

But, you can never misunderstand me

Because I cannot communicate a word

It is your helplessness before my dead silence

I am eternal to myself with an unquestionable conviction

The tired spring takes its final resort in me

Behinding all its name and fame

My signature is the witness on your soil

Defusing all your smile and cries.

See me once close

But not so as the muted distance

Lest you will be dissolved in me

Not to find yourself alone for a while

I know the art of living alone with myself in my aloneness

My smile does not ring to the sound of bobbles

I smile

But it never reaches the lips

You cannot distort it

You cannot disturb it with your words

I have come here with a hope

To live only all helpless times.

Living  with “The Answer” for a moment

Dr Sudhansu Dash

In seeking answer to questions in different ways,

I find answers

That fails to satisfy my thirst.

 My search ends in futility and frustration.

Utter dissatisfaction reigns over me

Hunting me every moment

With the disillusion of not knowing

The existence seems hopelessly merciless

Not to answer any question.

All ‘an answer’ sprouts another question

I have answers and answers but not ‘the answer’

That ends all questions, kills the root, dissolves all questions

My the answer is not verbal

I know it but fail to reduce it into knowledge

My mind evaporates

All identies are dropped

No good, no bad no sinner no saint, no this no that

Time seizes to be

No past, no present, no future

The witnessing remains only without the witness

I go nowhere, but it comes

I do not know even “the answer’

I need not as I have no question at all

It is no more a part of me

My whole being has become ‘the answer ‘

The mirror is cloudless

In my absence.

The  She- Florist

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

Flowers of different colors fragrance and softness

I have garlanded in my two palms

The needle punctures my fingers many a times

I do not know

What makes me so elated?

 Integrating one heart with the other

This desperate joy has compelled me to cry many a times

From that day

I have not seen my face coming in the mirror.

The garden looking beautiful from a distance

From the soil to the fragrance

From the root to the green foliage

All are me.

O traveler, could you admit

You have never become mine even once for a moment?

My whole life passed in making garlands for you.

Seasons appeared and disappeared

One boils my blood, one vibrates my bone marrow

One soaks my eyes, the other shivers my dreams

It is also not that I am unchanced

It is not that silence has not come

Even if with thousands of desire to burn

Has ever a the lamp aflamed  of its own?

What silence is it?

The more I want to disturb it, the more it is silent

While beautifying the princess’s eyes with dark colors

I have stopped a little

I see the morning of my widowhood hiding behind her to eye balls

No butterfly has ever shocked my flower

The spring never touched my body

The dew drop avoided my vermillion line and my injured palms

But for what inevitable sin I committed

I do not know.

I gave garlanded the prince and the princess many a times

Prepared by myself

That moment

I listen from my within

The suppressed tears of a woman

I hide them in me

Lest their pleasure will be washed away with the tears of my eyes

Every year spring will come,

Garlands will be prepared by the wrinkled palms

One day I will see my garden desperate and destroyed

My age soaked by the merciless air

There will be no branch, no leaf, no flower in my tree

There will only be

The suspended threads, the broken needle and the depetalled flowers

The crude stretcher and the broom

Only the jackal’s voice sounding from the backyard.

The Beheaded Man

Dr Sudhansu Dash

It is because the head on the body

It needs sometimes a crown and sometimes a mask

Neither could you give me a word to earth my feet

Nor could I collect the trust to crown the head

I cut the head now.

I am entirely free from all burdens and obligations

Now I can move everywhere with my heart

None can know me, non can see me

Who has the so subtle an eye to see the heart?

Everyone is busy with the head

But,

Nothing remains unhurt here

The water is not unhurt in the river

The heart is not unhurt in love

That what remains unhurt is the unceased hurting

That what remains unhurt is the unceased hypocrisy.

The  Uncalendered  Shepherd

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

Walking on the front

Gently leading the way

He protects his love, mercy and grace from harm and fear

His hands meet everyone’s need

Reaping peace and joy

His eyes on everyone’s heart beat

The sallow river in him

Falls with the melodious note of eternity

Watches unknowingly for hours

His experience blinking over his eye lids

His heart beat thumbing on my chest

Saliva dangling on the half opened mouth

Falling onto his rounded stomach

Complete with dust and strains

Before I wipe my tears

He starts weeping for the whole cosmos

He walks across the sky

The footprints leave the smell of grace

The stars go magnetic when he comes

Dancing in the hanging space

Nobody knows where he goes

Divinity’s intimacy never misses him a moment

With the light he paints the words

He always remains half un-thought

Of what I think of him.

The Lonely Traveler

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Amidst the familiar faces of the sweet enemies

The lonely man travels alone

The earth has allowed him the freedom

To travel on the shore of the mad sea

To float on the ethereal air

He is far of the horizon where the sun sets

To turn the night into a new dawn

He sees more than the eyes that can grasp

His tears fall in the hope of wisdom

No one descends to him

To lean over and look into his gray eyes

In his heart he felt their strangeness

Their stillness answering his cry

Every word he spoke

Echoes through shadows of emptiness

Lonely is the traveler traveling alone

Who has none to care, none to share

He has given all smiles he had

Trusted every kind of words that betrayed him

Still knocking the moonlit door

Waiting for never to be answered.

Waiting Her in a lonely Moment

Dr Sudhansu Dash

She comes un noticed in a lonely moment

When stars are in deep slumber

In a no moon night

Lest the moon would be ashamed of her intolerable beauty

Her murderous innocency

Fingers on the finest cords of my insider

The tombs under my breast are awakened

With the smell of words

Vibrating each cell in a mysterious thrill to the abyss

But with the cruel condition

When She is there I must not be there

When I am there She must not be there

Leaving an injurious distance between She and I

She is afraid of bondage

Even the bondage of love is painful to her

I search her in the sky, sea and mountains

My attempts to hold her with my tricky words

Destroys her celestial beauty.

She flies away to a deep solitude

Leaving the echo of her dry foot print

Only remain the words, but not She

I miss her moment to moment

With eyes stretching to the untrusted horizon

Waiting for her return

Perhaps I am destined to wait for her absented presence.

The White Cloud

Dr Sudhansu Dash

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 anywhere

 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 changes 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.