Nobody knows

The sultry morning seeps us through
 All that we do and throw back
One upon another pile up and Decay
in all we put in words
Not only here but elsewhere also
The same disorderly moments
 Bottle up or flicker through
We come down heavily on earth
Why the clouds are so soft today
Is there any blatant reason? …
This sort of auroral display
Sun unleashing charged particles
 Nobody knows just how and when
 Turns into a lazy afternoon
Taking a stand and stumble
To draw a picture out of this
Rarely stays back with us
On another day wake up
With ice storm and snow shine
 Experience joy amidst sadness
Peaceand contentment within chaos
 Not like our face in mirror
Flip the frame, walk in other’s shoes
Smallest moment, vitriolic response
Fumble in a tight situation
 Empathize with the surrounds
Neither dark grey nor milky white
likeliest explanations
We do not know who we are.
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About gopallahiri

Gopal Lahiri, a bilingual poet from India, has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He has had five poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five collections in English. His poems appeared in print and electronic publications worldwide. He is a regular contributor of poems in several poetry web sites and magazines.

2 thoughts on “Nobody knows

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    A companion piece to be read avidly alongside “a false step” and “last page”, completing a troika of poetic mood pieces,not so much Poetry Noir as a Darker Shade of Grey.

  2. lokesh roy

    As aptly pointed out by Louis Kasatkin, the three poems have a common shade to them – probably on a trip of deep introspection , ending with those prophetic line-” …who we are”.

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