Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 28 April 2024
We go silent, more silent
And then we carry a platform of silence among us.
At two ends of this platform we sit,
Waiting for our respective trains that don’t come.
But we see a world revolving around
We dare not share our perspectives of the world.
Then silence turns into a river of the dark
We dive into it to see our reflections for memoriam.
Then in each other’s eyes
We see an abyss of emptiness staring at nothing.
