The moment is fading...between the pages of time…
Beneath the clouds—building courage for the fall—
Denser and darker, in complete silence.
The earth is split, spoilt in emotions unchained,
Colours sacrificed for painting a black yashmak,
The day and the night meet no more...kiss no more...
O the traveller of the noontide! Stay far,
I shall walk on in the dark, beneath the flapping
Wings of that night heron, subtly wiping the
moonshine,
Denying the sense of being and becoming.
The lone star on the west is just a smudged dot,
An earnest effort to survive, shapeless...inert,
Yet, to trudge up the stairs for it to live a little longer.
O the Supreme! Riven into many, you broke us in many,
Pouring the venomous wisdom into our ears,
Deafening, with endless call for unity and peace;
Turn your wretched head, open your morphine eyes
See the devils designing weapons, honest they are,
Arming to untie the bond that has loosened within,
To scatter us—fragmented and faithless for long,
United they are, unbroken in dream and deed.
Why deceiving us more? The faith is a licence to
deceit.
The spring shall be no more...the sailor will
No more chase the horizon...waves will only rise,
For just a final fall...to break into bubbles,
I can see the shore sinking....drinking....the last
drop
Of his beloved...the blue ocean...
I can see the forest advancing, now and then,
The lonely moon weeping in the grey…alone,
The flickering lamp is about to be burnt out.
