Monday, September 17, 2012


by Amiya Chatterjee on Wednesday, 16 February 2011 at 10:48 ·
Perhaps you are , Perhaps I am
Perhaps I am not that
Any one.
May be
I am that road built
with some diabolical thoughts.

perhaps my poetry is an echoe,
one can hear in the obscene languages 
of a crowd.

perhaps you and i are
the hungry ghost
copulating  in emptiness.
Then enlightened
in inconsequential emptiness.

Our immaterial offsprings
find a trace
of absurd life,then, in their living .

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