BASAB CHAUDHURI

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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I
Behind an amazing brutality
there is an idea
a brilliant idea,
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A bird was lying in the corridor,
for how long was not known -
it was lifeless.
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When will all these end?
I mean all these - the farce.
Roads that appear straight
end in an abyss -
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Already there is a lot of fire -
burning,
do not light a lamp,
it will not serve any purpose.
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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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War.
Precise. To the point. Targeted.
Intelligence having claws, nails, teeth.
Nothing uncertain about death to the hour, minute, second, millisecond.
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Just now I got a smell of smoke
resembling that of burnt straw,
instantly I travelled back in time
more than fifty years ago -
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You may call it apotheosis -
the bird's ascent to the zenith.
I was observing its flutter,
and how it danced down
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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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