By Charudutta Panigrahi
Hello,
Shall we resolve to meet,
Among the clouds
Beyond the tiny stretches of the trinity
Which we fathomed
When we breathed here—
But for there,
I have a painting ready to catamaran
Through the maverick clouds.
Hello,
Will you be retired from computing
Housed in the clouds,
Bereft of the little brain
And the dwarfed neighbors,
Ready for a seasonal stroll
In the bumpy, moody clouds—
With scant knowledge of knowledge,
With no entity and no mooring?
Hello,
Will you be scared
Even then, to step on the clouds—
Without computing but living,
Sanitised from morbid calculations,
Looking from a window
Out to a motion of life and living,
In the Master’s chamber,
Basking in the glory of the halo?
The luring altar of nothingness—
See you there at nothingness.