Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 12 February 2023
Empty the garden of all flowers
Let our evenings be free of all memories
As vacant as void of winter sky
Let our eyes silently swim as fish
In the dimming horizon of calculus
Like drumming birds in love with oblivion
Here, come, dance in abyssal symphony
Burnt ashes of stars swirl in sky
We drop images of each other’s
From vessels of our grief stricken hearts
Ghosts rush to fill up spaces
Apparitions come and go like
Children of innocence in a musical chair
An inheritance of despair
We bequeath like a secret pact
Between two lovers.
