Monday, Dec 13, 1999
Mumblings
- Raj Shekar |
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I have
walked
the sands
and the waters
of life
pillowed
in tears of joy
and in the rain
been drenched
too....
in griping, gnawing pain
but
in my journeys
this i have seen
life can be
so full of love
and so mean
that there is
no dessert.... without an end
or a sea without a shore
there is
always
room
for more
there are flowers
and the thorn
soft fur
and hard horn
mounted on a mantlepiece...dead
'dynamics' from
which life has fled
vaulting dream
and shattered hope
the warmth
and
the frentic threshing
to cope
there are days
without end
one wishes
they be trends
and one's too long
that sap
even the strong
and yet
this journey
and the memories
by my side
are 'all' precious
jewels that abide
an essence, they be
of 'all'
that has happened
to me...
a mirror on the wall
waiting, anxiously
for more light
to fall.
and in the image that I paint
a pallete
of dregs to saint
cannonised
maybe not
but an 'id' that has fought
to stand apart and say
This 'I' be
or may.......
and need forever
for someone close
to share with
and in me repose
to tell me
who I am
naked..
not a sham.
and as this ghost
caught tween two worlds
half-real
at most
spout I these lines
to our favoured
haunt
these times.
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