Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 11 May 2025
A cry, a smile in the
distance dissolves
Into the same arena
of obscure colors.
Something gets
molded into shapeless
Desires of little life-
An existence of anathema
Voices of reckoning
dwindle to the dens of dark
A river meanders
carrying your body and mine
Into a sea of frothing
Madness that ever rises
From the ruins of our
hearts that struggle
To say something
That does not exist.
