Moving with the crowd

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I am walking with the crowd with my mind

It is always with me

Many moving with me

On the Solid and concrete highway

I think

The crowd is going somewhere

It gives me a feeling of security with the calculated map

In fact

It is moving but not moving anywhere

No crowd has ever reached any goal

Excepting a secured falsity

I am disillusioned of it.

It goes on moving and moving before I was born

It will move after my death

The moment I start falling towards the heart

I fall to the abyss of my being

Go astray

With my heart I am alone

All that is dangerous comes out of it

Fear grasps me, possesses me

Asking

‘Where are you going

Carrying the most dangerous thing in the world?’

Nobody is with me

But me and my total loneliness.

 I am at the centre of my being

Unmapped , unmeasured and fearless

From every dimension

The center without any circumference.

If You have Tears

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

My heart is not too big to cry for the other

To hear anybody’s cause

To awake my senses to your plight

How unwanted a man I am  moving on the soil?

  This question is enrolled in the pages of my death

To receive the benefits of my dying.

I speak not to disprove what I speak

But I am to speak it

Because I know it.

My heart is in the coffin

 I will not wait till it comes back to me.

Tomorrow the words of me might stand against the world

If you have tears

Prepare to shade them now

Lest they would unkindly knock your door tomorrow.

The Untrusted Painter

Dr Sudhansu Dash

All thoughtless  images of his thoughts

Painted the midnight in the sacred wood

The withered vain bleed in the lips

To write the story of the hunted bird.

The body goes from nakedness to another nakedness

What is that running through that animal blood

To murder a stranger?

None shares the guilt

On the painted stage to eat up the heart

Leaves nothing

But

The nothings that belong to all the unsaid words.

The painter names nothing

To guard the thoughts man thinks in the mind alone.

The body of the night on the canvas

Bleeds the irrational blood

For the figure to begin the play.

Here at life’s end makes the truth known.

A journey into Me

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

I don’t know where I am

 Beautiful in my own nature

No river flows of any water

I am an opening to my self

Answering no question I stand alone

I live here and now

Living, dancing and celebrating each moment

Allows the total mystery into me

Only I receive the answer  asking no question

End and beginning ends in one point

I have just become my own

I do not become a thing to know me

But to miss the self in myself

I go to the center to become what

Suddenly all questions dissolve.

Misunderstand not

It is not a solution to a problem

No problem, no solution.

I am  not swimming in the river

No struggle

I have become the river

The river becomes me

Your ego gets offended

But

You cannot deceive me the sky

 Bothered by infinite questions

Cunning words of philosophy

I know you because I have known you

It is neither my thought nor my action

It is simply my being

Do not ask Me

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Do not ask me

How do I miss my way in my shadow?

No joy or suffering touches me today

They are meaningless

The swampy inside full of colorlessness

Since long I have burnt all the words and passions of my own

The burning candle in the mid sun

Melting fast in sun and flame with its color and smell

Till crumbles to the earth

Holding something inside

She does not know.

She has forgotten many things in those days

Yet history burns under her feet

With the coldest fire of spring

There hides the event that has never happened

The   Uncentered Circle

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The passion to open the buried secrets

Locked in the opposite side of the creation

In the silent space of the cosmos

Where all is for ever known

Indifferent to any belief.

It dares to live after the last possible breath

Released from its void frame

To take its greatness with its softest violence.

The unpassing sighs of the pale dew

In the lonely hour of the unrest deep twilight

To puck the moments from the undone time.

When the heart dying to burn the stars with a drop of water

The scars of the wounded dreams start healing up.

All the deads wake up to die again.

You could murmur some tender words

Forgiving me because you are dead.

I will sing the same old song

Yet it is not the same old song.

Nothing is new under the sun

To step into the same river twice

To see the same sun again

The same sky again.

A Dialogue between Two Intimate Strangers

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Never have we ever met

Ever we have never met

Nothing more than managing to know

That we are not together

 I invite you to come to me

Into the inside of this man

Ever written dangerous in all your scriptures

Before life dreamt of revealing itself.

I am mad

Because I trust no reason

Somebody living My Life

Dr.Sudhansu dash

He listens so much of me

I dare not unlock the door

He scratches most awfully sometimes

The black and white tempests on his arms.

A sharp blindness coming to my eyes

Not to see the intensified smile

in the face of the hollow night.

The tide of nothingness

Rising higher and higher with a cold passion.

His heart was closed to any idea of himself

Forgot to be afraid of all his voidness

He was glad to pass into the shaded moon.

Wanted another night

To enjoy the emptiness crying out within.

When he did something

He did not wish to be seen doing.

What secrecy is it

That is known to everybody else?

At last came back to me

Appearing as a somebody

Who lives my life

I do not know.

The Shivering Art on the Canvas

Dr Sudhansu Dash

My hand trembles with a cold touch.
 Running out of colors,

 I consolidate them

And break along with it.

Under the veil of all eyes

With the virgin promises of hypocrisy

Who has created such a ‘me’?

Standing alone

With all the untrusted  becomings and unbecoming.

I must confess.

I offer every surface of my thoughts and tears

In their own design

To make my maker undone for a moment

To bridge the space inside a hollow man.

Painting A Dark Night

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

She transcends all the understandings

All conspiracy to touch and perceived intelligence

Memory fails to bring me back

Space forgets its position of what it waits under its thoughts

The cross returns of darkness with another darkness

In the eyes of the mirror.

The bed becomes the centre of an unknown knowledge

The fusion of the divine with the human

Reality woven under the impressions

To weigh the morning

Vibrating in the eyes

Nearing the time beyond everything

Unfamiliar to any distance

Between two antique calmness.

Choosing rather to be alone

Than surrounded by people who pretend to care

Her unmanageable passion to be silent

Merges in her shivering art.

The Lighthouse

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The stories in my head

Fighting against the currents,

Teach me how to breath underwater,
I promise not to wake up the dead.
Half-dead and alone,
But the miracle is that I'm still standing,
And my solid heart stays true and strong despite its aching.
My little hopes telling me to keep going.
To take nails and hammers to my frame,
And fix up these old bones in  my mind,
I know how to  breathe through the pain,
And when we sit together next,
I'll tell you about the stories in my head,

I find myself lost within your depths
My tongue laced with salty remains of each kiss

Waving their silent welcomes and farewells
 tonight I'll write a thousand words 
to shout what my mouth is too afraid to whisper.
Your heart makes me melt faster than ice on a blazing summer day. 
I could get lost forever and never ever want to return. 
You’re you and no one is better.That’s truer than true.

Only time will tell of what may come.

The Socrates Speaks

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I am charged with the allegation

I am diverting the future Nations

 Making money selling the religion

I am to withdraw my words

I am but to take poison

But my Lord!

I am helpless

Do you see my skeletoned body

Hiding itself under my torn clothes?

 Never have I misguided the youth

  Never have I dared to guide them even

 pursued them never

They have come to me.

I am searching the truth along with them

With a sincere yearning

If any of them finds the truth earlier to me

I may kindly be communicated with a merciful heart.

My Lord!

I am helpless

This is my crime.

 Inevitable It is  with all absoluteness

I am born to be  misunderstood.

It is a must

 Perhaps

If  not misunderstood,

A Socrates is not a Socrates at all.

It cannot be otherwise.

I am beyond mind and you  in

I dare to translate from the ‘beyond’ to the ‘in’  

This world cannot tolerate such impossibility.

No Socrates could avoid it.

He has to say the unsayable,

To express the in expressible,

 To define the indefinable.

I am but to do this absurd act

Because the moment I reach the beyond,

Great compassion arises in me

I can see people stumbling in the dark,

Suffering in their own created night mare.

How can I avoid, not feeling compassionate?

You think about life

Just like a blind man thinking about light.

Your blind eyes may go on thinking about light

As much possible as it is                                                                    

But

Never be able to come to a true conclusion.

As much logical it may be

But still missing the experience.

Your logic can not stand for it.

What you need are eyes

Attended going beyond the mind.

  You are not your thoughts,

 You are not your body,

The energy reflects

When you know yourself to be  a ‘knowing’

The Socrates only communes to you

‘Eyes are possible’

 You are not blind

 Only keeping the eyes closed.

 You are not born blind but  taught to remain blind

Blind people your society needs

 Blind people are good slaves

  Always dependant

 Very convenient people.

 Never can rebel, never create any troubles.

The obedient, ready to submit to nonsense of any kind

I am misunderstood

More than misunderstanding

Nothing more can your mind  do                                                  

Inevitable it is also.

The rising compassion in me

 Starts communicating the impossible.

When I talk of in the words of light,

Their meaning is changes moment it reaches you.

Your mind colors them in its own color with its tricky words

If it is so

I am born to be misunderstood

I am glad to take poison than withdrawing my words

My lord!

Painting the Sky

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The colors conspire among themselves

In their self arranged passion

The secrets of the opposites merge in a close embrace

In the endless portrait of the white carpet

Whispering the mystery of the eternity.

Gently blows the wind

And where it leads

No one knows.

The graceful shapes of the white clouds

Looking back all the escaping moments.

The stars shinning and bright

Through lights in the darkest night

All the tricks of the mortal hours

Struggling all the way irregularly.

The traveler of destiny moves in a different adventure

To heal the wounds of the ongoing time

To feed the dreams that would never end

The cracks rolling between the understandings of the mad men

Complimenting each other

Releasing love out into the horizon

Making it uneasy to pick up the rusted locks

To hold each other ever close.