Brain-Birds

By Prosari Chanda

What bird is this inside me,

beating its wings against my mind’s sky

farther than far,

higher than high,

flying into a bluer elsewhere.

I know the day will pass this way,

the boat of the memories will drift

from the threshold of the sea.

Those dreams are no longer here,

always distant now

that one once in love with us.

We had kept countless dreams 

in sand-castled homes,

Now the waves wave them farewell

from afar.

Should I turn back and look?

is this sorrow

or someone hidden within?

is it you or me?

or have we both become the same grief?

By Prosari Chanda