Edges of Poem

I know no other way to express dichotomy of my thoughts that creeps in from time to time. All the events and things around me that made one to think afresh are put here through few frugal words, probably expressing some meaning.

Google

Monday, March 20, 2006

OUTCRY


Soul cries

useless is your existence,
how long tears will fall from the dark night ?
Dream horrifies,
thoughts take rest under the breath of pills,
wait for the morning, and the wait for the tears to get dried
end successfully with rising sun .
Luminary brings hope of a new night
and make live thousands old memories
to be submerged in melancholy.

A night full of old fragrance
some where lost in backyard years.
Slices of the mortal body
stacked in different racks
is left for you to rearrange,
and bless it with a life.

* * *

Published in the Newspaper The Asian Age (16thMay’1999), India

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home