I come to myself
In the deep recesses of my mind
Where precipitous dichotomies
Are crowding me out of line

Painting illusions of should ‘bees’
As well as should have ‘beens’
In the surrounding chaos and din
Of ambitions, regret, failed dreams

The dilemmas that present
Are real, causing serious lesions
Disturbing my mental balance
Consuming my well of patience

To welcome and accept the new
Through the prism of my past
Or discard the smouldering emotions
Tearing off the age old cast

Each time I loosen a bond
A new one germinates surreptitiously
Wainscoting the edges of my consciousness
Parading the images relentlessly

I come to oneself
In peace, aloneness, serenity
When both past and future
Fail to cause any anxiety

I come to myself
When the gale has all but receded
I come to myself
When the self has all but evaporated

Subir Chakraborty / 30th March 2019