Chandan Dey |
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Vision
(I)
In that wonder–struck electric flash
your movement appeared to be a transparent quartz.
The momentary sharp lightening was cleaving the chest of the old sky, announcing something
uncharacteristic in the rainy night –
It was like viewing the sudden split of the quaky ocean,
then finding its soundless backward movement
from the beach where we stretch and relax.
(II)
In the mirror i viewed your soft fair hand getting burnt in the conflagration of the sizzling sun and you
were dribbling your own body by yourself sinking deep into a quantum gorge.
There was no self axis in that lone journey,
only an egg-shaped orbit without the two foci.
Checker-board
(I)
With the three dimensional shape you’re grazing inside the fence day and night; drinking a wine-like
‘sweet’ sap oozing out of the stomas of the lifeless animated leaf, without which your glow of cheeks
disappears somewhere in the ‘empty space’ of a black hole!
Your apprehension takes you to a state of bizarre in which gravity behaves differently, tides stop their
relative waving and a sensitive machine goes past the time screen without anybody’s notice!
Is that the perfect condition of zero?
Will you lose your glory there?
To get the answer
you’ve to go past the boundary.
(II)
But that pet dog is barking all the time. Scared deviated you can’t sense the aroma of the tuberose kept
at the right place on your soft bed.
The concrete road invariably leads to a theatre.
All the lights are switched off.
Once again,
the play is on the point of start.
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(I)
With the three dimensional shape you’re grazing inside the fence day and night; drinking a wine-like
‘sweet’ sap oozing out of the stomas of the lifeless animated leaf, without which your glow of cheeks
disappears somewhere in the ‘empty space’ of a black hole!
Your apprehension takes you to a state of bizarre in which gravity behaves differently, tides stop their
relative waving and a sensitive machine goes past the time screen without anybody’s notice!
Is that the perfect condition of zero?
Will you lose your glory there?
To get the answer
you’ve to go past the boundary.
(II)
But that pet dog is barking all the time. Scared deviated you can’t sense the aroma of the tuberose kept
at the right place on your soft bed.
The concrete road invariably leads to a theatre.
All the lights are switched off.
Once again,
the play is on the point of start.
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