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.

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Sunday, July 09, 2006

Remains of the Search

Ages have past
many chapters of history have been read and unread.
In the silence of death
the mortal remains search for its soul.

Another day is gone
all the hopes gradually sleeps into coma,
darkness is in rapid proliferation
gives once again invitation to dream,
and to free float in the pool of tears.


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Published in The Journal of the Poetry Society (India), New Delhi Vol-12, No.1, Summer-2001

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