Nice The Trance Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

standing alone
on the cracked glacier of the pole
floating though
the mist and silence
nice light of the heaven above
celestial bodies
like myself
warming themselves
drinking my company

now I'll think anything
except the loneliness
the solitude
the ephemeral beauty
of ruining oneself
away from wrong and rightness
of everyday war of existing life

life itself a puzzling invention of
living among the nonliving objects
panorama occasionally reproduces
our ethical grave
when and how the questions callous
always chasing our truliness

I know nowhere the journey ends
possessing body or beyond
in fact the silence our origin
to breath and to drip

it's the night and stars above
just no other cannon or missile
targeted to abolish my destiny
I myself only could achieve a choice
which you once showed me
the sense of beauty that enthreads
the ultimate staying or departing
now the floating fascination
rupturing through my whole entity

Pranab k c
17/01/2021