A Passage To Undefined Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Moving round the memory line
A window opened
No face hangs from frame
No light inside
A simple distance
Calling just to console
A hollowness

So many days
So many thoughts
Crippled to gather some reason
Of its openness

So many nights
Made me hallucinated
With naked invites

Yet a long the window
Gone out of time
The house changed its geometric shape
A wall standing high
To touch its head
The blue moon fog and freshness
Of light and air

Only my memory carrying
So steadily that meaningless
Framed openness
Sometimes amazing
Many times dislocate the straight gazing
Through the mist and dark of time
Unexposed yet!

Pranab k c
01/06/2017