THE GONG

The firestorm of a riot flew by, spattering my heart’s blood over the dead remnants of things which I consider the most beautiful…….

Faith gave me the legacy of a helpless God!

Dreams lead me through strange landscapes…

From the anthills on my path serpents arose and hissed at me.

Destiny sets an auction to sell,

the fruits of my sweat to my deadliest foes!

Before evolving to words,

My vision got scattered in the blue eternity.

I’ve lost my peace of mind like the opal slippers of Cinderella!

A gong at a mindless moment chased me away from my fairy tale…

Dear ones don’t recognize me anymore…….

Alas! I fear;

My life has started reflecting the verses which I blindly scribble down…

I will never ever write again!

REFLECTIONS

I lost my shadow on a burnt meadow...
My vision got shattered in a whirl wind.
Upon a cleft, pain covers me with its huge black wings.
The chain of dissatisfied desires which binds to my legs,
Pulls me down into the depths of sorrow.
In the funeral fire which burns my soul,
I’m searching for my own roots.
I thought a lamp will guide me to the threshold of dreams,
But it leads me again to darkness only.
All my plainting notes get scattered,
Striking the walls which guard me!
I walk nameless in an endless corridor,
Not knowing what is on the other side.
Only one thing do I know-
The writhe inside the funeral pile on the bank of Ganges-
A vague picture-
It may be me!
Perhaps...
-my own lost shadow!!!