A Tamed Madness

Dr Sudhansu Dash

My feelings are tired

But

There is a willingness to do something

Which is not there.

What kind of madness it is

Moving my pen to the future?

There is something to be taken notice of

That has remained quiet in the neglected present.

All alphabets are in the game of friendship

Understanding, not- understanding and misunderstanding

Each as close to the other but helplessly separate

The world comes down

That has never existed

Nor shall ever be the same

Sailing through its effortless innocency

Towards an undetermined end.

There is nothing to be said about it

Except some numbers and alphabets of the cross road

Asking about the names of persons and things

In a thousand and one ways.

At the end of the day all numbers end

And darkness waves around the eyelids.