BASAB CHAUDHURI

This morning
words whispered in my ear—
give us a little space to thrive,
so we may become a poem.
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Will you come to see me when I die?
I know I will die some day,
but the day is not known,
so I cannot invite you in advance.
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At this moment
bombs are exploding,
smoke billows outward,
people hide indoors,
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So many roads in front of me,
For someone might make a difference.
I am now lost at the crossing—
Could you tell me the shortest route?
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Something works between us two
that neither of us knows for sure.
The road turns at the same time,
a flower starts to speak in rhyme.
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If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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Newspapers have pretty much lost their importance now,
instant news are made available, every bit digital.
Continuous crunching of digits make sensation
with continuous munching of an appropriate material.
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Often I leave my house and go elsewhere,
for work or for some job poorly defined.
I go -
there is no one to accomany me except the sky,
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Get me a pen -
I will write with it
a love letter
to all of them.
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A lovely fruit—
the pomegranate holds
punicalagins,
antioxidants,
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A part of a conversation --
he said, perhaps,
I said, tell me with certainty.
He said, as of now,
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Water falls
Leaves shake" —
since he heard these two lines,
water continued to fall from the sky within,
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Such weird thoughts --
they appear from nowhere,
stir my cortex for a while
and then leave silently.
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Every morning a few photographs reach my phone,
with a wish of 'good morning' they speak of wisdom.
Some say, time reveals the face of acquaintance.
Another says, we all are alone - yet afraid of loneliness.
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I do not know what looking at means,
perhaps it is not the right expression,
but you know, my early education was in a Bengali - medium school,
I do not expect from myself flowery language, that too in English.
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You taught me basics of probability,
games, winner, loser, possibilities -
they were all calculations,
some I understood, most I didn't,
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This is my conversation with myself,
ego and alter ego face to face,
what I am and what I become,
the real and something that's not so real - a mask.
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This doesn't happen everyday -
only on certain days that are so uncertain to come by
I get this serenity of mind free from any ripples,
any distraction,
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Whenever I feel bored, I open this page and start writing,
not because this will ever be a masterpiece, but because -
if something worthwhile comes out of my mind!
You know, I am an engineer, a scientist, an administrator -
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It was evening -
I was sitting quietly,
perhaps the red lights prevented traffic to make noise,
suddenly I felt silence everywhere -
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