Walk on
Walk on the silver boy
Walk on thousand miles more
Walk on to the moon
Chase the bread in the sky
Who cares?…you live or die
Walk on through the sins
Walk on through the dreams
Walk on through the screams
Infect the world with life
Once more…tearing the deadened world,
In cities of cheering faceless ghosts
Lovely lines... Those who keep chasing the bread... In the sky or on Earth... Have to keep walking on indeed... Through and inspite of everything!! But would they infect the world with life... Hope they do!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your thoughtful reflections. Much appreciated
DeleteIt is a beautiful lyric reflecting a difficult reality around with poise and detachment.
ReplyDeletePoetry, Coleridge said, is in remembrance. Life is also remembering. We remember to reenact and so rejuvenate ourselves in a sickening world.
So the silvery boy, draping himself in moonlight, trudges across the vales and lanes of cities, the alleys and foyers of mind's inmost recesses. He will travel thousand miles to meet the Moon, his Nemesis. In his journey, he remembers and he reckons, now with a detachment, the webs of triumphs and failures, screams and sins he has woven throughout.
He does not care if he reaches. As he travels, he and his journey transform each other. Life and death lose its connotations. May be when he steps into Moon, his destiny, his life meets death which is not end of physical breathing but a promise fulfilled with a purpose and journey.
It is difficult time. Only thing we may hope for is infusing life in a deadening world rending apart vestiges of civilization's rusting promises.
Thanks a lot, Amitjyoti….appreciation from an avid reader and thinker like truly inspires...take care
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