Such Weird Thoughts Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Such weird thoughts --
they appear from nowhere,
stir my cortex for a while
and then leave silently.
I feel like jotting them down
sure of their impermanence,
yet worth noting down, I feel.

When I am no more --
dust and storm still unsettling,
life will still be in turmoil,
there will be strife and war
on something or the other,
land or water, oil or data,
the same that I see now
will continue, may rise even.

Who knows!
Who really knows!
The pensive evening will be at the doorsteps,
the lamp will be lit with prayer,
has been going on since ages.
It has been a habit to live life,
does anyone think what for?

What for?
Who really cares?
The mad rush on the street,
people craving for space in the skyscrapers,
city gloriously anouncing victory,
wealth and opulence in shopping district,
lunatic with a vacant look - stares.

Stares.
But who really cares!
As long as it is what it is,
man will be what man has been.
One has to be what others want one to be,
like them, their life,
else who!

Who comes to mind?
He who had thought once,
and then killed by his own men.
Refusal to accept is a challenge,
you can't be what you want to be.
Lunatic on the street
absorbing the circus --
joker adding life to the mundane.