My muse found inspiration after a long gap and some random thoughts converged to produce the following! Comments solicited!
A passing moment, or perhaps an era slipping by,
A pocketful of memories, few thoughts survive-
On the crossroads of life, I pause, I ponder,
A mendicant's belongings - whither smile, whither cry?
Of the tired legs running, the shifting sands,
The illusion of living, a cosmic trance?
And how many acts, in how many more plays?
A scene within a scene, a puppet's dance?
Laughters echo, under a shroud of stoic silence,
A lingering thirst - Oh saki! my saviour, my hope!
Let me drink from thy lips, drown again in illusion,
Oh truth, what good! Oh life, I shall cope!
A passing moment, or perhaps an era slipping by,
A pocketful of memories, few thoughts survive-
On the crossroads of life, I pause, I ponder,
A mendicant's belongings - whither smile, whither cry?
Of the tired legs running, the shifting sands,
The illusion of living, a cosmic trance?
And how many acts, in how many more plays?
A scene within a scene, a puppet's dance?
Laughters echo, under a shroud of stoic silence,
A lingering thirst - Oh saki! my saviour, my hope!
Let me drink from thy lips, drown again in illusion,
Oh truth, what good! Oh life, I shall cope!
3 comments:
" Of the tired legs running, the shifting sands"
Loved the image that flashed acrossed my mind as I was reading this.
As always, beautifully written Vikalp !
Kudos !! :)
I did not quite the last 3 lines..But everything else - Brilliant!
and.. "A pocketful of memories"
loved the phrase.. am sure I will use it again sometime soon
I am glad I didnt miss this post..
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