Everything works out in the end
Doesn’t it really?
But then, which end is one talking about
End of childhood
Of adulthood
Of life?
Or maybe when a sense of completion or contentment sets in
Or utter dismay or disgust
Or maybe just a point when one starts to make a new beginning
Filled with optimism and hope
Without bothering how the end shall play out
Or perhaps, not at all
Just blending surreptitiously with the next beginning
Leaving the end as a question mark
In the deep recesses of the mind
But in the end it all works out
Cause it simply has to
Cause all chatter must finally give way to silence
Cause there’s nothing beyond nothingness other than a new beginning
Cause there’s really no end
Or perhaps no beginning
Or is there?

Subir Chakraborty
31st Oct 2025