He wants to speak something

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The universe settles on the narrow eyes

The vision arising from the hope of a dying man

Face dark with sighs

Torture transcends the relief of the undiluted grief of a frozen silence

Hanging onto my window pane

Perhaps to speak an unspoken language.

Lines curve, straighten and curve again

To paint the portrait of his inner one.

The color fades away

The brush mocks at me to paint the summer sky

To calculate the petals of a winter rose.

He stood and looked between the shoulders

Between the brows.

The small hour approached to whisper a word

Just a word that moved on the broken lips and stopped

The echo merged in the vale.

All words too finite and small

To echo the soundless empty hall

To gather the images of a broken glass.

No tear, no sigh  no voice

 the shadow returned back only syllables of silence

Her only Son in War

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

He was born unfinished and under weight

The mother could hold all of him

Just in less than a palm

Worried and waited for him to grow

Prepares herself to give the child to war

To leave him in a more dangerous place

Where something will go terribly wrong.

He is to be spared without despair or fear

She does not allow her heart to break apart

To fall as quiet and cold as the winter snow

The Statesmen have decided for the battle

But

It is the names their sons caught in their throat.

The mother gladly grows old

To sleep in the son’s shade

To keep herself closer than his shadow.

They say

‘Your child is sick in eating the bullets in his chest

Will be dispatched in the morning’.

Once her one palm was bigger than her son’s body

Now her two palms are smaller

To carry the son of the nation

To carry the pride

To be the mother of a soldier.

She makes it possible to bear the death of her son

Her unbearable good-bye is no more painful

He is born as my son only to die

Just for a word called

‘Martyr’

Unfounded in the dictionary of a mother

Just to allow her tears to gather

On the last letter he wrote her

Mother,

‘I am returning soon after a victory’

Mothers pray for the safety

The son in war

But one must die

To see the other a victory

God is but to allow one prayer and decline the other.

She does not want to put Him into a trouble

Than accepting herself

The mother

Whose son has gone not to return. 

The Prophet of Scars

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

He crumbles where the land forgets its name

The world’s exactness slips from the children’s tongue

Fields bleed between the scars

History forgets itself to be soft and polite

His life is for all

Willing to give his all

His life is ever made to go at any moment

Unsurpassed of courage and honor

Just to see the flag flying proud and high.

Somewhere in the quiet night he waits

Far above the storm gathered clouds

Far above the midnight sky

Where eagles dare to fly.

Without a care to be tired

The hardened body is sleep deprived

Unbroken and vigilant in love for the motherland

In the barren and desolate land.

The world is little poorer in his death

Not mourned by many

Just his wife and children.

Very ordinary and quiet sort of life he lived

The world won’t note his passing

His body does not lie on the state

But thousands of notes passing on politicians

That they were great

Papers tell their stories

From the time they were young

But poor soldier’s passing goes unnoticed and unsung

The ordinary fellow during wars and strife

Goes up to serve his country and offer his life

The countries are in conflict

He finds his part

To clean up the trouble

That the politicians start.

Just a homage!

Just a head line in the paper might say

The country mourns for a soldier died today.

A Farewell from a Mother

Dr .Sudhansu Dash

The bird escaping from the womb

To measure the boundary of the sky

Your wings carry my signature.

The womb is made empty

To wash the cosmic feet with the tears of my joy

Just to fill the infinite sky.

Take the farewell from me,

Leave me back to live for others.

That is my worth of being yours.

I can tolerate my tears

To withdraw them into my eyes

To smile in your face for ever

To tolerate a bosom full of sweet emptiness

Shadow of a No- Tree

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Beautiful in its peace, wise in its silence

Stands on its pride alone

Measuring itself against itself

To discover that it had not lived

When it came to die.

All foolish sentiments mingled with life

To record our emptiness.

The chemical tricks of the shadow plays on me

Closing the sky with the  inter winged branches.

The birds, the clouds, the stars

 Simply happy for no reason.

They are going to be nothing

Never measure to attain a height

To match any perfection.

All secrets of time

The calm quiet strength of the shadow

Sing the song of their nakedness.

I walk with my shadow

No companion could be more trusted to me

Until the end of my journey.

My friendly darkness whispers me

When the harmony is halted with the unknown

In the unsuspected errors of my graceful shadow.

When I speak

It eyes are colder than a midnight smile.

Let me remember you

As you were before you existed.

The strange shadow running through my eyes

With the honey smelling breast of yours

Owns the universe to bring flowers of stones

Negotiating with the solitary soul.

The unquiet wanderer

Dr Sudhansu Dash

The looks are plastic enough to trust the sounds

But sweeter emotions of gentle blood flowing in her vain

Passions have grown accustomed to the narrow eyes

And the cracked cheeks.

Insults are heaped upon her to glorify the pains

She has turned the years again

To call those exiles of the past

The unquiet wonderer has no disgrace upon the enemy

Who have plundered all her grace

In an unknown earth.

The wavy hair have maddened so many sophisticated beasts

Hiding under the human garment.

A terrible beauty is born from her dried bone marrow

In its loneliness and pain

To gather the head till the dust has stopped the ears.

It is time for her to taste the salty breath

And listen the corner

That has yet not come.

Enough of sorrow she has before death

To have a conversation among the bones of her body.

No figure can push away the feathered glory

Of the bird of the day

That dares to forget the delight.

Listening to a Stolen innocency

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I wake up every morning

Before the sun wakes up

Just to be treated unfairly

And lock my tears

Not allowed to shed from my empty eyes.

In my long walk,

Carrying plenty of hunger in an stomach

I keep my suffering private to all.

I know how to listen the song of the cuckoo

But gaze lonely at the children’s park.

Nobody feels my feelings

Bother not what I have to say

I hammer the stones in my soft palms

But cannot hammer the stony hearts of man.

I am to pretend

Everything is fine.

You get paid with the tears I have shed.

So much shattered my voice

Unheard to anybody else.

What I say is just a noise for you.

My sick longs cannot breath

Under the wild eyes of my master

The shrunken eyes are tired of crying

The sick heart is tired of dying.

Just remember!

You were a child once too.

All my gathered dreams are locked in your iron doors

Full of tears my eyes are

I beg, ’Help me out’

Though I am quiet

My heart silently shouts.

Tears go unseen, voices go unheard

My blood of my scared soft palms quenches your thirst.

You leave me with tearful eyes, terrified faces and shattered dreams

To make all my dreams a history.

Autograph of an Illegitimate Child

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

He knows that he knows

But

He has not converted his knowing into knowledge.

His autograph is never found in a public place

Nor becomes a point of attraction to any.

He does not carry the burden of a name.

The day he discovered himself on the street

Thousands of names were thrown upon him

Of different sounds of incivility

Arranged in an undisciplined way

Carelessly scattered here and there.

His parents may be looking at him

From among the crowd

Showering all their gathered sins

Upon his delicate body

Standing at a safe distance

To prove their sacred and virgin presence.  

The illegitimate!

Is he born without the union of to natures?

Has he no hunger, passion, and compassion

Like we pseudo-civilized beasts?

Is the emotion of a heart illegitimate?

Nobody is careful to his untold story

His crime is that

He does not know his father and mother

His illegitimate blood promises a life

To flow in any legitimate sick vain

Counting the pulse of the ego.

You may delete his presence from your civil street

But can you!

Can you delete nis signature from your legitimate blood?

Every hearts blossoms with thousand of petals

His humanity pervades everywhere

From dust to cosmos

Justifying the presence of life moment to moment

Remaining a blank horoscope of a discounted birth

In the diary of the insane people.

A One-handed Clapping

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I do not mind what anybody’s beliefs are

Again my point is missing through

Playing the repeated game of searching the history

In a one handed clapping contest.

It does not disturb anyone

A state that makes life awkward.

Searching my history

I find falling into the hand of a long sequence of shadows

Talking among themselves in a bare mind

Unheard to any one.

The events are bitter

But

 Who can blame them?

All stand tasted to the claim of listening

But fail to themselves miserably

Yet make effort to temper the present as a deeper picture.

One can hope.

They can rediscover themselves in darkness

A fighting to overcome the barrier

But missing the initial passion

Of the incredibility of the dangerous ears.

In the end of the truth

Just do not imagine

To escape in taking responsibility of your shade

And begin with a passion as the failure of an orphan

Moving as a product of many fathers.

Some are brought into light

Just to keep the others behind the screen. 

The light locked in darkness

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The skyless stars to night

Trust to fall to the earth

Dancing under a sky

Void of brighted darkness

Truth streaming from behind the wanton eyes.

My final shadow clings on desperately

Where I fought the formidable battle of love

To hold the vibrations you send

From the memories of unopened letters.

Now it is time to approve my hunting surrender

To the shades of ink on your chest.

Life plucked from the mother’s arm

Trusts on the hunter’s palm to blossom and grow.

Despite the darkness

The birds begin to call the light unto the day

And trust what they are not yet to see

Waiting with the open eyes to the sky

It is for what they live.

Persistent songs remind the sun

To send the stars upon the sky

Compelled by life’s sweet innocency.

The painting of the locked lip

Begins to sing the song of harmony and bliss.

Sketching the un-shed tears

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I gave you life but you are not mine

I felt your kicks and you felt my heart beat

You listened my voice as I talked

Nine month I got to nurture you to feel you grow each day

The scars on my secret womb reminds me perfectly of you

Because it tells the story of you and me.

Everybody knows the preface but none the folded pages.

As I handed you to your loving parents

I had but to return with an empty bosom.

I whispered something

Do you remember?

I sent with you a piece of my heart

A part of my soul

I love you in every way

Unknown to anybody else except me.

My tears halting in my empty eyes

Are not allowed to come out of the margin of the eyes

Because people say I am a mortgaged mother

Incapable to shed tears either of   love or of separation.

My motherhood is measured with some coppers.

I can never say you good bye

The way I wanted to

Nor got to whisper to your ear

How much I cared for you?

My eyes are not chanced to look at you or to touch your button nose

To feel your hair or to count your little toes.

My lips could not utter the words

That I thought needed to be said.

I can never give you up because you were never mine

Your parents have been waiting for you

With their dreams and love from the start

Although I carried you next to mine

As you are conceived from my heart

All my ‘me’ I gave you in my labor and birth

With every drop I pumped for you

You will know your worth.

Expand your little heart

My child

To forgive your discounted mother

A Flying without Wings

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Neither suffering nor joy

She flies without a destination

With her unhunted beauty

Belongs to none, makes none her own

Yet unseparated every moment with her closest distance

None can frustrate her

As she has no ambition

None can see her

As she does not appear to the mortal eyes

She flies with her invisible heart

To all the remote corners of the universe.

Everybody busy with the head

The smokey eyes horizoned

In search of some stones and papers

From the city street.

No fragrance comes from their plastic hearts

Who has such compassionate heart

 To recognize her hidden beauty,

To listen her silent melody?

All doors are closed

But she waits with all modesty at the door step

Lest your sleep be broken.

Waiting to enter just for a silent consent.

In the clamor collecting darkness

 She loses herself

Creating no identity

Perhaps this is the trick of her life

To fly without wings.

Some Unlistened Moments

   

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

A little music played out of doors by somebody

I do not know

Such moments fill with more delight

Than all the listened moments could ever contain.

I shudder at the mystic joy.

The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptic ears

 Whose horizons are limited by the cynic realities.

Men are needed who can dream of things that never were 

The unheard melodies of the Beyond

Life is but a fragile dewdrop in its perilous way

Hanging on the margin of a leaf

Counting the pulse of falling down at any moment.

The melody seems not to stop there to sing the further

In the sensation of the dissolved present.

It bears all good reasons to be contend

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee

Our races are nurtured by the dark

Dare not to listen the insider

 in the white heat

In keen and quivering ratio with ecstasy

The sky at the closest distance sings in me

The beggar’s banquet best defines

What empty it is within.

An Appeal from the womb

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Mother!

 Months are slowly getting close,

From zero to nine

I am surrounded by your warm   blanket

Slowly I am growing in your womb,

I cannot resist the excitement

To see the world of sun and moon

In your womb, I am counting days,

To show you mother, my little gaze;

Please don't send me to the tomb;

Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?

Don't you have another choice?

Aren't you happy to see me soon?

 I am excited for my first toy,

I promise I will become your joy;

Please don't feel me as a burden,

I will clean the whole house unpaid

Never shall demand a sweet at the dinning

I will manage with the old dresses of my brother

And wait to serve all your needs at your old age

Yet

Whatever you decide cannot be undone;

Won't you allow me to start my life

Please don't make my life a history;

I am excited to play in your lap,

With my deeds, I will make you clap;

Oh mother, give me a chance to live,

Even if you don't, I will forgive;

 My life is now a question,

Please don't solve it as abortion.

Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?

Don't you have another choice?

Relationship

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The moments overflowing

From the brims of the cup

Why so incomplete to farewell the fate?

I wonder how these moments shatter

Like the pity broken glass.

The moments of implosion

Run away with frustration.

I am starting to miss you

Your voice, your face, your compassion.

Your presence had broken my attention.

I redefined myself in a different way

In a non- collapsing delight.

Now my questions return defeated

Unanswered from the devil’s jealousy

Recoiling between two poles.

I call to my own opposites

Utterly finding myself in my hollow face

In the gray sand and sallow stream

In the unconquerable delusion

Of recovery on death bed.

Are all relationships  the virtue of an analytical mind

To deceive us

For the green shadows of the concealed moments?

The Story behind a Pity Smile

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The smile rests on the trust of solitude

Gathering the grief in its own style

From the Zeroed out clock

The hands have stopped to move

At the brink of the setting sun

The dread is flowing

Telling something to me.

Just bread will do to keep my body and soul together

The closest distance

Between a rejected life and awaiting death

Makes life the most unbearable one.

Even unfit for a little space in the dust bin.

How could I die before death comes

Despite your repeated compulsion?

Sitting at a corner of the vast world

To tolerate all indifference of yours.

Treat me with all your gathered negligence

But at least with a difference

I can just manage to live until death comes to me

Trying to bury my unceremonious face from you.

Whole life I have exhausted

My blood has gone frozen

My flesh has cemented your walls

My bones have pillared the roof over your head

My eyes have tangled with the smoke

Your heart beats from my heart

Keeps stitching my dreams.

All take pity at my pity smile.

No one

There is no one to tell

How long one is to wait for the sunset?

No one

No one is there

Neither here nor far away

To understand a man consuming infinite injuries

To listen the story behind my pity smile.

The Song of the caged Bird

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

She sings for her and listens to the words

In her own notation

Travelling day and night.

Somewhere to somewhere inside the cage

She sells her soul for a bed at home

As gracefully as she can manage.

The castle’s shadow falls in darkness

In an undecided mystic energy.

Chins raise and shiver eyes emotionless

Blood runs in the weathered veins

In a wild appearance.

The pale face raised by red lines

Containing two balls of liquid gold

Someone clears the throat behind.

She is startled but pleased by her thoughtfulness

To betray the uncaring emotions.

Let not pretend to like each other

The eyes fierce and shine like the sun

But she is the ocean

Never given the way

Before anyone leaves the place.

She glares at him over her shoulder and sighs

What the stranger of her future has to say

An hour after living with her?

The mouth is sought

Leaves without another word

Everybody in the city seem wild

Drawing blood without a second thought

She gave her soul and loved in misery

But had a great pleasure with someone

She loved un-bodily.

The sun is not necessary for the ocean

But the ocean is still a beautiful sight.

The Pole Star of the Noon

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

In the ocean of foams

The formless pearl

Asleep in an undisturbed slumber

Breathing the secret harmony with the unknown.

The weather beaten boat

Nomore sails from door to door for the harbor

Pulled with a nameless interest to die into the deathless.

The unfathomable abyss swells up

With the song of the eternal music

The song without the singer tunes up with itself.

The compassionate star in the horizon

Looks with an unattached compassion

To the desperate unsettled boat

Listens the tales of his exhausted life

Rushing out of his mind

Melting all into nothing.

The being dissolve hopelessly for an answer

But where is it?

All diversities merge into a single current

Of the homesick cranes flying night and day

To the mountain nest.

All garlands but sing the songs of defeat

Before any effort to escape the unconquered.

The empty heart submits to the hollow reed

Turning each stones into tears. 

Looking back for a moment

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Looking at my back for a moment

I see my shadow laughing at me

With thousands of teeth

Each of its words proves my meaninglessness

Invariably living the purpose.

All the lifeless words gathered throughout my life

Have betrayed me sincerely

All sentences with a false sense of some secured meaning

Just expressing some decorative adjectives

All words going round during the day

The impotent womb bears no promise and purpose.

Everybody is ready to lose the sleep

To hear what is to be said.

All majestic voices are void inside

Feeling comfortable with different fashions

Why do I then continue in such a miserable condition?

The whole of my living is stolen by my futile past

Giving the present the bare minimum

Just to prevent to starve

That owns nothing than a bare skin to carry to the future

The present springing from the tyranny of the past

The Unfolded Man

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The hours change into dots on the page

Justifying the presence of the unknown

The war of thoughts fathering the universe

Cease to judge with the words of the mute

Waves of silence

Flow from every dimension to the centre

The waxed sun, moon, universe

Melts into a nothingness

In the serenity of a tranquil strength

Indifferent to any sorrow and delight.

The force works in a new luminous art

Inspired by the conspiracy of silence

To transmute into a mystic depth

Gathering the lost secrets

Of the inexpressible portion of his being

The forged signature of countless gods

Clamoring at the gate

Turn to dream smiles

At the settlement in the immutable.

The universe no longer looks like a thing

But like a thought

The matter disappears.

The moment something is said

It I no longer the same as it is said

No thought exists but only events

Remaining open to everything

In a complete harmony.