Two Poems by Orbindu Ganga

THE INVISIBLE TITTLE

Many anticipated the tittle

Exist for the cliche title,

Never did they know that

The hanging garden of dot

Had a veil, ne'er seen by any,

The invisible layer was carved

By the wise, adding the tittle

Perpendicular to the pineal,

With years of conditioning

Became vestigial, leaving

The bridge broken, the traces

Survived for the silhouette to read

The silence, the invisible smiles…!

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THE WISE

Drowned in the instant

Celebration of self there

Lived a few who ne'er

Let their words speak,

Remained silent, breathing

An aura, maneuvering to the

Desolated, spoke in the

Language of silence, mended

The wall with the gaps

Enlarged, leaving them to

The children play, the grass

Carved their sharpness, the

Dust welcomed the foliage,

The flowers loved becoming

The feuillemorte, they lived in

Hut close to the river.

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Biography:

Orbindu Ganga is an explorer, soaring with the river, listening to her flow, susurrant to the silence,

observing the unknown, and being aware of the known. For him, words have their expressions, trying to carve the silence to be whispered, but words have their restraint; he absorbs the vibes as he breathes. His ink has myriad layers, still striving to explore, never quenched by today, to see tomorrow as the most exquisite inception.