Silvery moon of evening winter has crawled in midnight…but,
There is no sleep in the eyes of decrepitude…
What made him such self-conceited today!
In the dawn of his life he was not as others were,
He did not see the world around him as others had seen.
In many distress and sorrow, he could draw solace from a flying condor
Once he asked his teacher – “why am I here?”…others frowned at him
He wanted to fly silently deep into the sky of heart…but how long…how far…!
Then one day he became a man…strong, tall and robust…
Friends knew him as inwardly big man…
His heart was like a mountain…stiff to climb and hard to reach at cliff
His mind was as if an ocean with foams of passion in endless blue water
His smile was like morning mist of winter that shrouded everything around him
At twenty-two years, he received the last letter from her…
She Lady of Baslow wrote him – “hi dear, we have ten thousand miles
between you and me, this separation as if realm of enchantment,
Your few pages letter as if lyricism of life…so sweet…so warm!
If ever I am lost in crowd, dear, you will find me in the eastbound cloud… “
Thereafter this earth circled the sun forty times…
Everything disappears in the cave of time…all are lost…
Nevertheless, the note of life that has stopped, keeps alive in the heart!
The river that is lost traceless in the dark of night,
Suddenly its water becomes calm and shivers the mind
The face that disappears in the dark,
Secretly again appears in eyes…as if dreams of affliction …
The frozen memories start melting…pain and surprises infuse the mind…
Day and night, hope and hopeless alone come back to mind…
through the cave of past… a clueless center in the spinning of life…
Silvery moon of evening winter has crawled in midnight…but,
There is no sleep in the eyes of decrepitude…for the first time…
He realized…life is so beautiful so amazing…true love is eternal, it never dies.
There is no sleep in the eyes of decrepitude…
What made him such self-conceited today!
In the dawn of his life he was not as others were,
He did not see the world around him as others had seen.
In many distress and sorrow, he could draw solace from a flying condor
Once he asked his teacher – “why am I here?”…others frowned at him
He wanted to fly silently deep into the sky of heart…but how long…how far…!
Then one day he became a man…strong, tall and robust…
Friends knew him as inwardly big man…
His heart was like a mountain…stiff to climb and hard to reach at cliff
His mind was as if an ocean with foams of passion in endless blue water
His smile was like morning mist of winter that shrouded everything around him
At twenty-two years, he received the last letter from her…
She Lady of Baslow wrote him – “hi dear, we have ten thousand miles
between you and me, this separation as if realm of enchantment,
Your few pages letter as if lyricism of life…so sweet…so warm!
If ever I am lost in crowd, dear, you will find me in the eastbound cloud… “
Thereafter this earth circled the sun forty times…
Everything disappears in the cave of time…all are lost…
Nevertheless, the note of life that has stopped, keeps alive in the heart!
The river that is lost traceless in the dark of night,
Suddenly its water becomes calm and shivers the mind
The face that disappears in the dark,
Secretly again appears in eyes…as if dreams of affliction …
The frozen memories start melting…pain and surprises infuse the mind…
Day and night, hope and hopeless alone come back to mind…
through the cave of past… a clueless center in the spinning of life…
Silvery moon of evening winter has crawled in midnight…but,
There is no sleep in the eyes of decrepitude…for the first time…
He realized…life is so beautiful so amazing…true love is eternal, it never dies.
Andis
Kolkata
December, 2010
Kolkata
December, 2010
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