SUDHANSU das
THE ECHOING MIRROR
The ink that fills up the blank
pages
Hears the echo talking back
To transcend multiple realities.
Each secret is only shouted to the
stone
To turn into a question
Till I lie awake night after night
Never to get the answer.
The theme of the night is lost
somewhere
At the stalemate of shadow and
light
To push everything finally into
darkness
In the echo of light.
Nothing is enough to hear its own
voice
In search of a further distance
To loose eternally and never to escape.
The subtls un settling of the stone
on the surface of the water
Can only disappear in the secrets
of the breath.
It changes when it does not
remember
To stand at the edge of the ocean
To cross the horizon with a
different tune.
The fallen sounds of each word
Dance bare foot under the universe
To run and tell the stars
To close their eyes and to be lost
with the candle
That lights the night
To wake up and listen
The questions of the remaining
darkness
Underneath the abyss of the
infinity
Echoing the otherside of the
ultimate presence.
Copyright@ Sudhansu
WORDS OF A QUIET STORY
The love is licked from the moist
heart
Never glanced behind the curtain
When the figure is absent inside
the room
Before uttering an illicit
farewell.
The lifeless being sleeps on the
palms without a face
To linger the story in his mind.
Does it deserve a life for a life?
In the unfurled wings of a
dependable dove?
All smiles are faded into a rare
form
In the words of the quiet story.
The cold embrace trouble by the
fate
Cannot love a man in the other side
of the screen.
The eyes that cry also can wink at
the lips
Those drink the entire line of the
face
Traced back to the past.
Tears sometimes flow
Parallel the lines of happiness
In a passively aggressive small
talk.
Every morning I see the mirror
Seeing someone new in me
Where I am ever gone and only a
stranger is left
Whose sins are costly for a price
to be paid.
Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash
WALKING THE ABSURD DISTANCE
The sky opens with the closing
lines
Yet remembers the names
It thought true
When each move of the eyes
And each beat of the heart
Taking their false steps
Towards the absurd distance
In one form or the other.
People talk about the speaker
Increasingly divorcing the meaning from the
word
In a separate voice.
All human beings are less than
human
In their twisting heart beats
To place themselves in an unaware
somewhere.
The fatal force justifies itself a
fear
To shift him to a fictionalized being.
To
arrest the feet in the empty distance
When the whole sky is unlocked for
the earth.
Copyright@
SUDHANSU DASH
Dr SUDHANSU DASH is a Professor in English language
and literature Studies working under Department of Higher Education,Govt of
Odisha.An Indo Anglican Poet of International recognisation having 10 published
Anthologies in united States and 47 articles published in Article Base .Com
,New York.A research scholar for D. Litt on linguistics and English Language
Communicative Skills in Utkal University of Culture.
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