The Invisible Darkness

Dr Sudhansu Dash

In the stomach of darkness

Countless cities small and big

Searching the self

The signature turning back on the back of water

Melts down time and again

The ending start where it began

The discounted tombs under the breast

Repeat in the compass of a naked breast without a heart

Yoked with a number of confessions

No trick in plain and simple trust.

The darkness is enough to hide the smile

They tell stories

When life is in the frame of a name plate

Hanging on the wall

Shining with the twisted lies of ego

Life is not a noun

It is a verb as it is in a process

‘Rest’ is wrong

Nothing is at rest; everything is in its process

Is there somebody who is hungry?

No,

There is only the hunger.

No center is there but only the circumference