Random Descent By Jayanata Mahaptara Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I turning over the pages of the book
Random Descent
Knowing it not
What it is in the book
Beginning with the poem
Genesis
Followed by
Winter in the City, Palmistry,
A Growing Ground, Blue of The Sky,
Rice, Traveller, Happening,
The Uncertainty of Colour, Signs,
Mother Teresa, A Gray Haze Over The Rice Fields,
Shadow, The Wall,
The Song of The Door
And so on.

Random Descent as a book
Is not an easy book of verse,
But complex and disturbing
As is the poetry of Mahapatra
Writing and drawing from physics
And its chapters,
The chapters of light and darkness,
The origin of universe
And of creation,
Bare and realistic
And contradictory
Playing absurdity
And the drama of existential consciousness,
Drawing mainly from vacuum,
Spacer and blank thinking.


The poetry if nothingness is it,
Of the no-man for the no-man
Living in a no-man's land
Without an entity,
Identity of own,
The poetry of existential consciousness,
Is it,
The drama of absurd and meaningless living,
Why am I here,
Why are we,
What the purpose of ours,
Where will this astronomy, astrology lead to
Finally, say you?