Between the dawn and the dusk , falls the encircling shadows –
Breath engulfs dilapidated structures .
A Gust of freezing wind plays with the broken mirror, reflecting the perennial fracture !
Some words can be uttered nowhere.
The Bonfire was lit up within the prison cells celebrating
Infinite liberty of soulless bodies-
Someone crossed the last limit
And the Saga of journey is still engraved on the stupendous Stupa of Lord Buddha –
Ripples of waves create an alternative Truth
In the transcendental world of eternal void .
Withered Leaves of the last Spring decorate the walls of Dargas ,
Where Sadhus chant words
Of the infinite world
Of floating particles, whirlpool and Tandava –
Nirvana is not for me; Nirvana is not for you too –
Flapping wings of the restless bird can’t bear with too much woe.
The Soliloquies are perishing within.
The mad girl triumphs over noiseless chaos again –
Nirvana is for the brave insane
Copyright@ Priyanka Banerjee