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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The road that was not taken
suddenly comes back to my mind,
stirs my soul -
and makes me insane.
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Red bus -
touches so many points everyday,
doesn't remember who boards
or who alights -
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Dusk falls -
and falls
and falls;
falls silently.
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Every sunday arrives late than other days,
the morning rolls slowly -
several cups of tea, a bit thicker newspaper,
a smell from the kitchen that slowly engulfs the rooms,
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How do I come to a decision?
I sit quietly in a room - alone -
think deeply about the pros and cons,
and arrive at some point, some direction.
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Distance is never hazy
never out of sight,
when the fountain is not seen
it starts tinkling in the bosom -
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Over the years we have changed a lot.
Why do you call it a change?
Say, say loudly that we have transformed.
So there is no surprise in the aftermath of the internet having been down.
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How best do I live the rest of my life?
Do I hold life in my hand and make it disciplined?
Do I allow it to flow as if it is a stream?
Do I remain indifferent to life as I have been all through?
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A dry day for me -
not a word written,
but I delivered a lecture in the Scottish Church College today,
on glass ceramics and cement -
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As the sun was rising from behind the mountain,
there was expectation in my heart that I cannot share -
I could do nothing but staring at......
with expectation, my body temperature was rising too,
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