Questions……

Like pitch black scarecrows on fields of green absurdity

One or Two or Three

Here and There

Questions stand…..

Apparently Innocuous, flaccid but truly more potent

Than you and me

Than all of us combined

Than life or death or life and death combined…

Questions will always find their way….

Questions will always demolish frontiers

Sometimes in the guise of a half eaten apple

Sometimes in the form of a rusty old wrecked car

On a corner of a hectic avenue

Questions will shock you

As you walk on paths

Strewn with deceased foliage and plastic bags

Illuminated with measured neon lights

Questions will follow you like fluorescent companions

Questions will never leave you alone

Whether in the air-conditioned hours detained in pigeon coops

Or in disdainful evenings and tea breaks

When you close your eyes and look at the mirror

Only to learn that no image is perfect

Questions will thrive everywhere

Swarms of Questions will cover you

Like Flies

Like Fantasies

As you navigate from Question to Question

You Befriend Questions

You Fight with Questions

You Sleep with Questions

And then….

Questions are born from Questions…..

The Answers have always been there….

It is the Questions that we really seek

(Dedicated to My sisters Goutomi and Sneha, to my friends Biplab, Ayan and Joejo and to my student Aninditaa)