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.