BASAB CHAUDHURI

If you belong to everyone,
You belong to no one.
That's the design.
That's how it's built.
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Just one meeting —
and life transforms.

Thoughts shift,
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Time stretches within time -
it stretches -
until an hour becomes a day,
and morning slowly unwinds into afternoon.
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Everywhere, there is a shadow.
Shadow — everyone.

Who am I speaking to?
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Moment,
then another—
and then thoughts,
like raindrops falling one by one,
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You gave me space.
You gave me time.
I learned to move —
to make it mine.
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You ask me why I write.
Listen: for myself.

It is unwinding—
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Every journey is woven of quiet refusals.
When I turn to the right, the left still whispers my name;
when I follow the left, the right grows heavy with unshed tears.
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I leave.
I return.
But I am never the same
when I come back.
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Fingers do not rest—
an urge to inform the rest
about me.
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Where does a man end up?
With what?

Beauty.
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Tonight
there is no moon
in the sky—
let me die
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I look up,
I look down,
I look up,
And I do frown.
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As I stood by the sea
I saw the sky melting into the ocean,
Going into oblivion.
I looked at, gazed, saw, and then walked.
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Eternal journey—
we appear as dots in the firmament,
and vanish without disturbing the sky.
Time flows on,
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A saucer, a cup -
An equation, an idea.
A family, a trust -
Man, humanity.
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The last sip—
light liquor,
yet fragrant.
Was it Darjeeling?
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Every suicide ends up in a post mortem
Physical and emotional -
A bullet or a rope?
Why? What for?
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Once I felt and I will tell
It was a dense evening
I was walking by the river
Alone, and it was near perfection.
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'Conscience doth make cowards of us all.' - Shakespeare.
'Ambition doth make giants (!) of us all.' - This unknown poet.

Living in a skyscraper
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