Sangeeta’s poem explores identity, mortality, existence, impermanence, and the search for meaning in a vast, indifferent universe, exclusively for Different Truths.
A face, I remember
A movement, I remember.
Gone in the alleys of oblivion
And disappeared into nothingness.
Questions loom and prick...
Am I the me?
Will the Earth keep the imprints of my footsteps.
Will the wind whisper the melody?
Of missing notes.
Long after I cross the timeless yards of space.
The material body will dissolve,
So where will I remain as the ME?
Unsure and uncertain about
The pace I still have to cover
And then the fall of the curtain.
Today, my dreams of tomorrow
Are evanescent,
I see them fleeting on the
Foggy, Bleak tomorrow.
Today, I can hear the tendrils of my heart say
In unison with the universe.
What an abyss I created
In my real existence.
In the belief in the existence of ME,
In my physical dwelling.
Picture design Anumita Roy