I am born from the womb of consciousness,
Softly cradled by the tidal waves of continuity.
My voice breaks out in myriad tongues-
Of creation, of placidity, of destruction,
Deeply moored by chords of primordial silence,
Seeking a separate identity in vain.
For consciousness can only give rise to consciousness-
Part of an unending stream,
A never ending cycle,
Of birth, of life, of death,
Continuing mellifluously into eternity.

Subir Chakraborty
9th March 2026