It was a dull morning broadly overcast

I moved my life leftward in search of answers, there was none

I bent my life down toward my knees to find some strength, I got cramps

I tried to twist myself either ways to fire my ambitions, I pulled a muscle

I bathed myself off surrounding loneliness, and contracted depression

It was a dull morning, broadly overcast, when I felt lifelessness under this vast horizon of creation

I awoke myself to realize my ghostly presence, lost conscience and tangled hypocrisy nails would grow on my being quicker than they would be chewed off

Dirt was all over

I could smell a flesh burn, watch a body mourn and view a soul lost in the murky lanes mine was missing nonetheless

and missing it is, as I wake up in an overcast morning to start another day of smearing consumables on my decomposing matter I move my life; I bend it down, twist it sideways and even bathe it to perfection still it goes missing, the I in myself

Alas, I still  miss in myself.

                                                                        Balaji Chattopadhyay

Ages since you wrote to me, months since I mailed you last,
How are you, do u still enjoy the setting sun…
Do you remember those photos of us, together ? Do you still
somehow remember me

Here we have experienced quite a few cyclones and explosions a few known and thousands of unknown souls were ripped apart since our last conversation…
I hear quite a few tornadoes devastated your part of the world is it true!! Why is it that disasters strike at astounding ferocity now when we are apart!!
You may not bother to notice such minuscules from your futuristic apartment
But kneeling on the dusty floor of my abode, I realize, these frames shapes my reality.
A reality so abysmal that its inherent pulse fails to reach your window pane Or is it that you prefer ear plugs to shut off deafening noises!!…

                                                The insignificant stranger

I write to you not on my mother tongue, nor yours
But in the ominous tongue of pain
Pain it is for sure that seeps down my soul I feel it through my skin
into the veins and arteries reaching for my spine .it is there my friend that we face, address the pain
A spine strong enough is what we need at this hour alas our fathers and their mothers never thought so and look what we are made off
a race of disintegrating stones!!

I'm almost there in Beirut, back home in Telengana, in far Kashmir valley alas almost, but not exactly there
when the waves down those heads, when the gush breaks those spines,  I do feel spineless                            I do feel dumb, dumb and   dead
You know! I feel lost, lost in the entirety of this cacophony of destruction
This lust of cannibalistic chauvinism      This is a world a world of cruelest intentions that we have inherited
 and we gleefully  work to make it crueler still

It is time my dear friend that we look into Us, in totality, in its collective plurality
And not just as isolated singular giant of never-ending consumerist zeal You, I, and We  must look into us,
into the darkness that gestated us in its eternal yarn for change for this nothingness nurtures life, hope and continuance . It is in this nausea tic world of blood and pale stillness of death that life thrives in unison
So be it     so should you thrive,  you collectively no matter what It is in the darkest hours that the purest desires are achieved        noblest designs grow into fluid beings So should you a human as you are, as I am, as we all are, Live live to sculpt a better future where your and mine and ours next  would stand erect and say

Ma baba!! Look, how firm are my roots! How green are my arms! , how fresh is my breathe!!!…

I want to say goodbye.

Goodbye Serena. Words I would not utter,

silence I would not break . for there you go; and

there goes yours

Life I've lived in this isle, I need no more 'for my

desire ends . and with it ends my breathe. This my

breath this my last one, I dedicate to you to your

continuity to your life, which shall outlast my being

Serena, would my love outlast me

alas I know not for I would cease and you would too

Some time hence from me.

Goodbye Serena, I need not nor should I speculate, 'cause I

Live for now I love for now and there, at that surreal juncture

Lies my continuity .

                                          To she who matters

'Was going through your mails… some 20 odds that u have sent me so far… felt little nostalgic… just a little, not much though…and a little, just little bit of nostalgia is enough, more than enough…
that u don't mail me often hurts me, but an indifferent mail would hurt more…
Mars, they say has come near earth as never before, and won’t do so again till few more life time…but my sky doesn't host the show…I see stars, just stars, far and near, long lost in the vastness, color of which our eyes can’t behold…
I live my life and you yours, far, in different skies, and yet share the same earth that we ne’er watch to grow…
some thing I wanted to tell you long back, but never did … some thing I still can tell you, but I never will….for you should hear the song of the air and unknot the whisper so… and you should wear the color of the earth, for Mars to come nearer though