Empty Sounds Of Nowhere Poem by Anirban Sengupta

Unlike the fallen sage
beyond such torrid care
listening through the day
to empty sounds of nowhere!

Through the dying deserts he ran
Where mirage speaks for mirrors,
Within the deepest oasis of hope
men play chess with horrors!

wasted days get blown away
forgotten pains hide in dust
he sips the seas –from sandy goblets
with fingers draw curves of lust!

From one nowhere to another
From one such tale to a myth
that rolls on through wheels of time
cracking fire that burns beneath

The fire which they mistake as pain
the pain they have learned to fear
the fear which walks them through the roads
amidst such empty sounds of nowhere.