Endless Whispers Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

Life hasn’t been more profound
Than the chirping of crickets
A clock
A routine
Taste of bitterness sourness

In the boundless horizon
Sail boats move on
And sink


Do I get hypnotized?
Or tempted
Do they sink?
Or they just float

Just a whisper
And magic deer vanishes

I wake up
Or may be I sleep silently
In the known unknown darkness
I search the invisible trees of dream

Eyes get tired
The repeated countings of tide
The rise and fall
Warm sand and the deep crest


Where do I keep my heart
To be untouched unseen
By the gory sun

The cut of the root crawls
through out the body
In a dancing pose
I search my root
In a cryptic language
I search the text of alchemy
In my dreams I steal the mask of
Tutankhamen
and yet I'm the poorest one



in the graveyard of ancestors

I don’t know what flower blooms
I don’t know why the leafs looks
Like the eyes of a dead fish

The more it blooms the more it sheds
The more it sheds it never blooms
I donot know
What to welcome
Whom to forget
Neither I know
Where to keep myself away
And dig six feet down!