Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 19 May 2024
Shifting sands of reality adrift in dark waters of mind
Growth, decay, memory, forgetfulness, bird and moss
Everything appears an exact mirror image of the other
You toss a coin of love and despair ending up in a tie
All things must change like cloud, cry, sounds of a forest
If not illusions, if not dreams, if not hope of Ivory Towers
What else shall hold us together meaningfully like family
As one by one, stars bury their agonised heads in abyss
We must exult in the kindred depth of charcoal dark
Just like a child finds itself in womb: safe and innocent.
