by Partha Sarkar 

No determinations. 

No destination. 

No rise. 

No fall. 

Only a triangular floating catastrophe

And alas! None touch the strings of the day 

And along with a new dimension 

Here comes 

And looks the pair of glasses 

At the sunset 

At the red sun 

To justify whether today was right. 

A journey with no episodes. 

A journey with no letters. 

And I am still positive.