No Space For Memory Poem by Suvro Bhattacharya

Here in this earthly mode
Yes I update my version.
For a better understanding.
Last night when we were locked together
During our private mode
Some one told some thing.
Something sounds like love.

All the lights with obscure reflelctions
Tried to fathomed deep inside us.
When we thought we were alone!
When we thought we achieved our love
This voice entered!

A different way of thinking
I believe, a different way of uttering nonsense.
Yet how do you define love man?
How best can one explain the pain?
Real and simple!
Not all the nights can sing.
Not all the beds can dance.
Not all the curtains unfolds the story.
True and naked!

Yet I had changed my mode.
Updated my version.
For a better understanding
Of the bedside lamp.
The reflected obscure beam of the projected light.

Now it is time for you to define
Those voice, underneeth our private mode.
For a better understanding of an updated version of truth.
And let the love flow in it's own way.
Even if we lost all space for our memory.