ARITHMETIC PROGRESSION

Yesterday = Memory, nostalgia
Today = Engagement
Tomorrow = Craving, uncertainty, fear.................

To discover their 
Proper chemistry,
I borrow some
Empty hours
From my time
Every day,

And oil them with 

Plans that 

I can put into practice 

To ensure
A smoother movement
For my
Rust-eaten life- wheels

CAMOUFLAGE

Green masks are
Cropping up
Everywhere

It’s impossible to 
Differentiate between people
Carrying the fear of
Infection in
The crowded principalities of
Tactile anarchy,
And those
Employing this fear
As a shield
To hide their identity
© DARSHAK

CONFLUENCE

The route

Will be different

This time,

When I come,

Carrying a snap of

The moon

In my pocket,

And a bucketful of

Glow worms for pearls

To light up your

Delicate neck

The route

Will be different,

When I come

Beating against the

Walls of waves,

Floating along the banks of

A thirsty dream,

Wearing a blanket of

White silts,

Dispersing gravels

In my wanton strides

like nature’s

Untended urchin

I’ll come bearing

The smell of distant  

Soils,

Motley trickles of a

Thousand rains,

Whispers of memories

Pining for a reunion with

The tracts of unfulfilled proximities,  

Straddling across

Breezy crossroads,   

Where the night

Will be waiting to    

Take us to its hideaway

Throbbing with life without  

The ruptures of senescence  

And the irreversible clock of

Consciousness

© DEEPAK DARSHAK (LETTERS WITHOUT ADDRESS)

INFINITE YEARNING

A kite,

A little blue kite,

Rising up, means

A desire to be

Unleashed, a quest

For free hands  

Experimenting with

Combinations of

Shades, on nature’s

Borderless canvas

Catch up with it,

And you will know

What the heart of

The sky beats for

(© DARSHAK)