It is a debilitating feeling that is clinging to me Making me inert, rendering me unstrong.  I find myself in a languid state of unravelling The pace of unravelling so slow  That I am not falling apart nor alarmed But am suspended in between action and inaction Between melancholy and dispair Between life and the living of it.  My heart is beating slowly Ever so slowly: it is almost still.  It is a peaceful almost-stillness Except that the gentle rising […]

Categories: Learning, Nature, Poetry, Self • Tags: India, Poetry, Sadness, Sanjay Mukherjee, thebengali