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The Melody of Being: Finding Meaning in a Fleeting Existence

A face, I remember
A movement, I remember.
Gone are the alleys of oblivion
And disappeared into nothingness.

Questions loom and prick...

Am I the Me?
Will the Earth keep the imprints of my footsteps?
Will the wind whisper the melody?
Of missing notes.
Long after I cross the timeless yards of space,

The material body will dissolve,
So where will I remain as the ME.

Unsure and uncertain about
The pace I still have to cover
And the fall of the curtain.

Today, my dreams of tomorrow
Are evanescent,
I see them fleeting on the
Foggy, bleak tomorrow.
Today I can hear the tendrils of my heart say:
In unison with the universe.

What an abyss I created!
In my real existence.

In my belief in the existence of ME,
In my physical dwelling.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Sangeeta Dey Roy
Sangeeta Dey Roy is an author, poet, fiction, and non-fiction essayist who has been published widely in several magazines, souvenirs, newspapers including The Assam Tribune and Telegraph, national and international anthologies and co-edited a few magazines and the anthology named,” Mystic Reveries”. Her debut book is a collection of 81 poems. She’ s a member of ispell and IPPL. She hails from Haflong, Assam and is a teacher by profession.

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