“As if an
abyss without darkness
You could
see yourself falling, and falling
Down and
deeper
As if across
the length of a sea
You scream
To be an
echo
While your
voice
Float across
horizon
As if clouds
without rain
Wandering as
if breeze
Carrying no
poetry across mountains
Breeze of
winter
Harsh and
cold
As if life
itself
For to be a
poetry without words
And a night
without darkness
What pity,
it must be
To be left
on one’s own
While
listening to tick tock of the clock
As it
dictates of the rulebook
While the
world stifles to
Stand in
attention
One must not
miss
Yet, he felt
left alone
As if a shot
missed
While
shooting to kill
He must be
charged with felony
A crime of
severe consequence
To devoid
the world, himself
Of his self
How could
he, how could he?
He wondered
Where was it
leading to?
Run, run
away
As strange
as it felt
He flew away
As if for
ever
But to where
As if flying
over the sea
To no end,
Alas!
Only if he
knew what this ever meant
To be a sailor
without ship
To be a
poetry without words
To be an I
without self
To be a you
without I
Standing beneath
Shadow of
himself
A banyan
tree
Yet naked
branches
Who resides among?
Who rests along?
A few mellow
cries
A few
shallow dreams
Or may be
Just a few
hollow nightmares
He dreaded
Tagging along
Who cares anyway?
For life
moves on
With you
Without you
As always,
Wake up
Sleep
Swim along
Buried beneath
while
Someone will
place a bouquet
And a few
words
For you,
Words
For who else
Could define
A life lived
short
A death half
lived
A drop of
tear
Unsaid,
unheard
Wiped away
Off the face
Just like
that...”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
06/03/2016
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