These are my attempts

To leave my scratches upon the darkest sky.

I know that even though

It is mostly laughable and futile.

These are my vain attempts

To put a message out there,

A corked bottle full of whispers and sighs.

But I don’t think it will reach

The farthest shore of the earth.

The place where the day meets the night.

These are my attempts to lay

Flaxen thread behind.

Even though I know, I’m foolishly bold

 And somewhat juvenile.

I have stooped low

Fallen at the bottom in search of the divine.

I know I am a fool to them.

A joke to laugh about and smile.

But I don’t care anymore.

I don’t care anymore

Of those human-clothed creatures of demonic vile.

I do not wish to ponder anymore

About the world, universe, people,

Occurrences of smaller or greater heights.

I only want to think about myself, myself, and myself.

And the tiny insignificant existence that is only mine.

~Deep Naskar

Kolkata, India