Weird Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

No door is open.
Every door is open.
But you do not know
which door is open.
Sounds weird!

Endless possibilities.
No possibility.
Still I am clueless -
between no possibility
and impossibility.

When everything is destroyed,
peace is established.
Permanent peace.
No peace.
Sounds weird!

Whatever I write -
I doubt whether they make sense.
How much sense is necessary
not to call it 'nonsense'?
Sounds weird!