Knowing Better

I am leagues behind,
In knowing about pits
I am in.
Have always been.

I am within,
It’s mostly dark here,
Because I’m in too deep.
You wouldn’t know.

So I wouldn’t.
Know what you do.
See what you see.
About me,
About a person,
This person.

Because I’m busy
In being me
I am not you.
I’m busy in my work.
Down here it’s mostly dark.

How do you do it?
Praise.
Where do you stand
That you praise.

Yourself.
By looking away.

How do I walk
How do I speak
How do I look
Strong or meek

How do I know
What you know.
And don’t tell,
And don’t reach out.

I’m deep.
Deep within.
Scrambling in the dark.
Pretending
That in here, there’s treasure.
That life is happy.

Who between us I trust?
Who knows better, without doubt?

You who don’t know what’s within,
Or I,
Who can’t ever get out.

Subham Basak
Nov19
2017

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In The Middle Of The Night

There’ll be moments
Fighting mortality,
Waiting for you, telling no one.
To no one
Shall cater the cries,
And the past
Shrieking into the silence
Of broken dreams,
Of broken strings,

Deep into time.
Deep into sands that swallow half-shells,
And half-memories,
Half-forgotten and half-alive,
Half-lost in hindsight.

Only to form again
In disjointed halves,
Raising its neck over the coming tide,
Before breaking again
Into a thousand parts,
Into an emptiness that’s cold,
That’s cruel,
That’ll hold;
Weeping and wailing,
Dreaming and disappearing.

There’ll be you,
Dreams of you,
Desires and despairs of you,
All that’s launched directionless,
All my heart could manage,
On faraway nights,
On nights long, long back,
That shall one day find their way to you.
All of me will find all of you.

And one day,
You’ll wake in the middle of the night.

______________________
Subham Basak
(January 2, 2017)

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The Infinite Mystery

To continue living– in a world sometimes dark by the drop of sun and sometimes bright, sometimes windy, sometimes cold or sultry, and to hover and saunter again and again in the search of happiness, fellow people, friends, acceptance; to think that in The End nothing counts, nothing matters, neither sorrows nor joy, and it is that End we are heading towards and yet can’t dash; to think of the uselessness of days, months and years, of building connections and castles but not ever possess Anything to take away; to consider Possessions and Power are but a social concept, made in the illusion of making a short stay worthwhile, I wonder– Where’s Some Rational Meaning In Life, or even Is There Its Need? What’s Hope? And Where does It Ultimately Lead Us? Are we not All Misguided? Misplaced? Are We Not To Elaborate To Be Accidents? Are We Different From Apples On A Tree? Or Are We a Little Too Dull To Solve Our Own Mystery?

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