Thursday, October 9, 2008
Your grief belongs to you only!
Your paths have to be traversed by you only;
By swimming in search of consolation
You only will become wearied; A mirage!
The earthen lamp which ignited your hopes
Yesterday, has fallen down and shattered;
Faith changed its ways and facies;
Exhalation prepares, pyres for the dead;
Moral values and treatise on ethics,
Relates stories in riddles on destiny;
And forget everything, in ruse of
Of empathy, with a mask of benevolence..
Which is the next shore?
Like the rainbow in the sky;
Like the lurid light of the moon,
Ardent aspirations clasped to the bosom,
Fade away into oblivion, and time
Stands looking at it, with a detached attitude
Of a recluse, stupefied, dumbfounded!
Filled with anguish, and dismal dreams,
The earth silently stretches down below
And up above the blue horizon!