Rust and dust lied deep inside;
rusted were his steps
and
dusted were his thoughts.
To douse the flames of failure,
he tried to pull out himself
from
his life getting bigger and unmeasurable,
and leave behind
the agony, the fluster and acerbic stress.
He was crying with his reflections since long
but today
rusted were his steps
and
dusted were his thoughts.
To douse the flames of failure,
he tried to pull out himself
from
his life getting bigger and unmeasurable,
and leave behind
the agony, the fluster and acerbic stress.
He was crying with his reflections since long
but today
was mum
without any hitch and fear and dismay.
like a silent sea
without any urge to touch the moon.
Wished to end up things in a better manner soon
and experiment one more time.
but surrendered
before the gale of his instinctive voice,
that tried hard to cling to the things slipping away,
listen to the lullaby heard long back,
and say
without any hitch and fear and dismay.
like a silent sea
without any urge to touch the moon.
Wished to end up things in a better manner soon
and experiment one more time.
but surrendered
before the gale of his instinctive voice,
that tried hard to cling to the things slipping away,
listen to the lullaby heard long back,
and say
To all those whom he loved and still does,
he is going to wither and break down into pieces
get wet in the mud of divine and then write down
he is going to wither and break down into pieces
get wet in the mud of divine and then write down
the unheard words.
To look down again and ask,what wrong did he do?
and
he walked away in silence
without saying a word,
without the consent and without any prophecy.
must be hard for him
to leave people and meet the infinite
but is harder for all those
who are left with the poverty of his destiny.
To look down again and ask,what wrong did he do?
and
he walked away in silence
without saying a word,
without the consent and without any prophecy.
must be hard for him
to leave people and meet the infinite
but is harder for all those
who are left with the poverty of his destiny.
Many facts in life are unbearable and too bitter to live with especially then when our strings are attached to some of their corners.We are left with no choice other than keep on standing and looking at the things that just happened and robbed all our peace and the fact that we couldn't stop it makes us further weak and helpless.This write is dedicated to all those souls resting in peace(I guess)who had also no choice but walk away from this biased and illogical life that might have created umpteen confusions that they preferred to leave the wale of tears than to confront them.But whatever they did and thought and decided no less made feel us forlorn and deserted.Their absence is felt.
