Cosmic String Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

In the sky, I'm the cosmic string
The fineness of existence
The dark moment of the nature makes me infatuated

In the intentness of the light
My whole-hearted surrender to myself
Gives my own birth inside me

Never come near the secluded moonlight

Gradually I've gone
Towards the streaming dark
In mind's own fancy

The farmhouse, the courtyard, a few plants in tub
And in their evening inhalation
I've spread into my nearby outer space
Around me
In the abstract power-field of my existence

Dilapidated accentuation of my solicitation
Sound of my rhythm-less collapse...
Cannot awaken anyone
My kinship with isolated pieces...
This perception in deep night—
My wounded loneliness—
Compel to look at the roots
With wink-less eyes

Now at the end of space-time
Some mythological lines
Deliver you
Inside me

And touching your sleeping fingers
Gradually I spread out
In soundless stars