Transient Permanence Poem by Subrata Ray

The screen is plasma conscious,
It goes on rolling, and leaves touch,
On the body covered eternal being,
With Time's passages, it buzzes and rings.

Had you been my distant friend ?
Of desert beyond or marine-land,
Leaving foot-prints in historic sands!

From panorama of some occult spirit,
As day –night, seasons’ passing bride,
With the shadows incessant as mind rides!
You come, woo, court, hurt, and burst,
Making the mind a slave, for its biological elf,
And depart, as you were not loved and trusted!

Had you been my mine? in the black hole,
As fire gets stored in crude oils and coals,
Or time-buried fragrances in would-be flowers!

You are transient –permanence, like quanta density.
With trillions of depths, or horseless –horse power,
You expand to enjoy your creation, and contract! ! !