A SOJOURNER’S SONATA
Dr. Manas Bakshi
Cosmic
silence.
Its calm,
healing touch.
Saddled with
An unwanted
shrub inside
The brimming
mind
Not always
aware –
It’s more
fond of a flower
Redolent of
first love
Or, the
funeral scene of a close one
Remaining as
the residue
After a
cyclone
With nobody
to share –
A flower’s
life
May or may
not begin with a price
For the smile
of a mind,
A lifeless
stone or a metal vase
Retains the
rest
Till the
gradual waning of the flower
With all its
aroma, at the creator’s behest
The silence
of an unknown moment
That makes
all of a sudden
Everyone’s
familiar world alien
Perhaps
portends another slot
An unknown
sphere
Of endless
emptiness –
May be
oneness with
The mystic
cosmic serenity
With no
second choice,
No scope for
duality.