No Detergent Can Undo
Sreyashi Goswami Books: Lover forever, makes strong friends, permanent enemies. Flower: Softness or is it hallucination. Brotherhood: Feeling towards a brother that needs to be chiseled for a man particularly. Responsibility: Easy and difficult to know when to jettison it. Night: 12 hours of silent howling. Wind: Unkempt thoughts in mind, suddenly. Lie: Moment’s Yes, Moment’s No. Uncivility: As if its our democratic right to be rude. Ink–Fountain Pen: Green, Red, Blue–clarity. Day: Each day, witness to a memorable event. TV: All spectators or are there some attentive readers too? Year: Relations and wonder anew. Liking: Shifting of the unliked. Hearing: Unsaid, once in a while uttered. Dead Man: Burning pyre or a puppet in an airconditioned room? Personality: The protocols of knowing each one distinctively. Dignity: A pot made of a different metal. Birth: To let oneself be part of a new beginning. Love: A strange giving, a time of giving. Traffic Jam: Lines of jet planes on the road, as if all will qualify for future exams. Gotra: Never begins fresh like morning dew. Indifference: Cruel, barbed manner of speaking. Time: Sharp, breaking brook– now slowing, hastening now… Spot: No detergent can undo. —————————————- Sreyashi Goswami is a poet and a traveller. adminhumanitiesunderground.org