Zarathrustra

A strayed vagrant midnight squall last night sang to the ears of the dreaming dark sky,
" Dream of me, and here I rain. Dream of God and the blessings pour"' and the sleeping sky smiled as in its dream as Zarathrustra said, 'Tathastu".

By Debotosh Mitra.

SHELL

Monsoon arrived late this year.
But didn’t forget to visit nonetheless.
The stars of our solar system peep in and out of the horizon on time.
Mothers are feeding babies, lovers making love.
Idols are worshipped and priests are earning profits.
Schools, colleges, offices and shops open on time;
Doctors and lawyers are busy filling their pockets in the name of service...


I watch the rotating wheel of time.
An observer.
I hear a knock which keeps growing louder;
A scream behind closed doors, a thump on heart’s walls.


The stillness in silence resonates throughout the universe.
A monster’s face evolves on the walls of my womb; its teeth pierces out.
My frown smoothes.

But this is not my reality.
My world is inside my shell that shuns out everything.
No memories, no reality, no mystery.
Just being... unflinching.

Life's lesson

When the entire world descends into their sleeping abode, I keep talking to the stars alone, seeking answers to my innumerable questions.

There's a voice that hunts me down...
There's a tune that lures me...
There's a tornado that whirls around.
Pillars of light pierce through me and battle each other.
When the winds of fire burn inside, rainbows emerge from the gorge of silence-the vacant niche gets occupied.

"And they lived happily ever after"--has been the first tutor of mankind-so do people say. And the WORST by far.
It inflates the patience in man till he transforms into a piece of stone!