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 life stone or a mental vase
Retains the rest
Till the gradual waning of the flower
with all its aroma, at the creator’s behest
The silence of unknown moment
that makes all of a sudden
Everyone’s familiar world alien
Perhaps protends another slot
An unknown sphere
Of endless emptiness-
May be oneness with
The mystic cosmic serenity
with no second choice
No scope for duality