Jyotirmoy Mukhapadhyay
There is
No voice left in our silence,
No sight in our eyes
Yet, scenes walk by like scenes,
In absence, everything still remains
That moment,
When I woke up and felt nothing
She came to my mind and turned
My day into a haze.
I couldn’t see anything,
Not even myself.
Her shadow was consuming me,
Every word of hers— words
I wanted to forget— kept solidifying within me,
Becoming part of my existence.
Now, I can no longer
Separate myself from her absence.
And thus, it seems to validate
My existence, and in my truth,
I no longer have any existence of my own.
The divine secret
There is a way
To enter the house and exit too
When you are in outside
A shadow will chasing you
And when in inside
You have to chase the shadow
What a contradiction!
But Yes, it is the secret of creation
And, the divine secret is
You have to find a door, where is no door
A Bunch of Flowers
Bloomed upon me,
And I seemed to be that flower tree
Whose roots lie deep within me.
Like a gardener,
I watched the flowers closely,
And as I watched, I melted
And fell like water, to nourish the tree.
