Malaise - Sreyash Sarkar

"Our indiscretion sometimes serve us well, when our dear plots do pall..."- Hamlet, 5.2.7, Shakespeare.

'The dawn has descended upon us', said the Elder ,
Let us hurry, or be hunted
Let us conjecture, or be battered
Let us herald, or be outwitted.."
The little girl, inebriated in the beauty of the words,
Is lost in an ineluctable void
Not a dream, not a nightmare..
The panoply of the setting sun
A Subliminal enticement
An Enervate mind
The poke, the stirring
The unavoidable voice from within..
Mendacious..

The lost one is lost again
The discovered one is extinct
The unfathomable is ethereal
Out came the menorah
Of realization
Not a dream, not a nightmare..
  
The harlot smiled;
The moonstruck man laughed
The ineligible bride rejoiced
And the enlightened, jocund
Not a dream, not a nightmare..

The girl stood.
A jiffy, jeopardized with happiness..
Blossomed and faded
Blossomed and faded
Enshrined and faded
Captured and faded
Faded and faded..
Blasé. Blemished.
Not a dream, not a nightmare... 

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Sreyash Sarkar is a poet and a practicing Hindustani Classical musician, an aspiring Electrical Engineer and has been a student correspondent at The Statesman, Kolkata from his school, South Point. His poems have been published in The Gooseberry Bushes, Muses, The Literary Jewels, Tagore for us, The Country Cake-Stall, The Orange Orchard, and as an interviewee in the The Arty Legume, where he was asked to speak on cubism, existentialism in art and intrusion in a painting. Besides, being a freelance writer for several magazines, he is the editor-in-chief of Kalomer Kalomishak, a bilingual magazine, which he founded in 2013.