Jwmwi Basumatary
Mirror’s taunting
Neither makes me smile nor cry
Breaking of the day
Breaks nothing either
An emptiness of empty within
With no more space to fill
A pessimist’s optimism
The silence between the musical notes
A dying man’s last love
Living man’s eternal bitterness
Frozen in the maze between being and nothingness
Living in a trance, or a wakeful nightmare
Journey ends before the road starts
It’s a lie that a road leads me home
A star shines brightly burning itself up
What is a Black Hole then?
Certitude melts, possibilities multiply
Confusions magnify
Jwmwi Basumatary, a guest lecturer teaching English literature at Bongaigaon College, Assam, says, “This was just a fragment of sudden passing emotions which I tried to shape into a poem.”