Theme: Life

Crossing The Bar; Once Again...

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.

The caretaker has prepared the shroud,
Smoke is rising on the hills.
Nobody walks with you,
it is a lone journey, where
centuries throw the dust on your hallowed gifts.

The pyramid of signs, symbols, signatures
disappear in penultimate flare.
Time to leave the waiting room.

The resurrection will take place now;
of fear; of despair; of footsteps in dark.
I will hear them, holding my breath.

Landscape will change into valley of tears.
 

07-Oct-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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