Many Worlds Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

My journey takes me into many worlds.

Dream dreamt partially,
spawns arrays of uncensored child dreams.
Never ending this chain.

Yet reigning in full steam in my mind,
in my surrendered consciousness,
inside my artery, my veins, my heart.

The river flows unhindered.
Branching, giving birth spontaneous
Rivulets of waving dreams.

In my many worlds I find me invisible.

I surrender to the tune of that flute.
For only that tune is compact,
only concrete- one and one only unifying.
Inside surreal of my many worlds,
here I am just a citizen.
I am one of them.


Shamik Bose Oct 2009 Calcutta

Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009