A Lane Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

A serpentine lane appeared in a dream last night,
I was walking along the lane and didn't know where I headed to -
I didn't reach anywhere, yet I loved walking - it was fun
to have a feeling of a skin that one can shake off.
There are too many men around: skin I do not know
there are too many rivers around: I am not sure whether there is flow,
such feelings carry me to a no man's land, where I stand and see,
what I see I can't appropriately describe.
A sponge that soaks and then releases what you call information,
every information is so subjective like my own obsession.
All through my life, confusion, brain fog and then a flicker -
light or hope: I am not aware of.
Nothing that I am aware of could be mine,
like the lane it went on and on,
I do not know where all these are headed to!