A Dreamy Journey Through Life

Life is like Chasing a dog I am surprised for where I stand In the rush of a race Everyone is busy chasing dogs Here go I, chased by my dog It wants me turn left and right And wants me to go forward I see hurdles But it wants me to jump Every direction I take Reminds me of its furious bite Every turn I make I try to drift away from that beast I want to stand still And take a breath But the beast behind me Takes away my sleep and sweat And, as you know, My dog is stronger I had to surrender.

Will tomorrow be a better day? However it may I won’t be seeing it. ‘What man! Take it easy. OK, tell me, what troubles you? What’s your problem?’ My problem? I watch I listen I touch I smell I taste I love I think I ask I answer I hate I breathe Will tomorrow be a better day? Whatever! I won’t be seeing it.

A sigh! She expressed an emptiness, A hollowness in her eyes; A worthlessness in her thoughts; A vacuum in her heart. Everything was breaking down. Nobody could bind them up. Everything was falling down. It was vain, building up. A sigh! She couldn’t weep. There were no tears Welling up in her eyes. The day was sunny And everyone happy. Buzz… in the garden, Flowers fluttered in spirits. Vrooms… busy were the streets. A sigh! From the darkest corner, Where the used useless things were thrown, Beside the broken earthen pots, Amidst the heap of polythene. The sigh escapes much after The tedious maternal prompting And terrifying paternal manipulation. A sigh of total indifference. A sigh! It was like a restless kid Unwrapping a priceless gift, Which was broken and shattered As it slipped down from his hands. A merciless tearing! She remembers a hand here, An eye there, a neck, a chest, A nose that touched the nav...

Darkness made it all easier. The nagging guilt and shame That pierced his heart Made the king stoop to the knees. Not all his guilt; but a fate- Inevitable, unavoidable, tragic! ‘Who is to be blamed?’ He shuddered with terror. Acceptance is difficult, but Darkness made it all easier. Exile is now essential, A quench for conscience. All kingship, a waste. All power, mere vanity. ‘My love, my sincerity, Everything questions.’ She! Eurydice- his wife? He can’t count, can’t think. Her death - it seems Darkness made it all easier! How could he mourn, as a man or as a son? Yet he wept, wept to the Dark; Dried his lips and thoughts. Daughters looked stunned With newly born faces. He cannot be sure! He can’t face, can’t think. His own darlings - indeed Darkness made it all easier.

A dark shadow has something to tell Through its ever-shining stars. Stars that have gathered more handsome features As they have fallen in love. They twinkle as they speak. Somebody come, hear them, Let’s hear them, they speak. As giggling the river flows And spreads and conquers the moors, They go in search of their halves. They are tired, but not at rest. They fall but regain their zest. Ah! Now they have come to peace As their pilgrimage ends in ease. Behold! The luckiest is she, To whom those diamonds are addressed. She is unknown but a Helen. She is a queen of their hearts and heaven. They, excited and speechless, Shine more vividly from the Darkness. Look! The Dark is happy!

When you go in the morning, Please check the weather For my daughter needs a sound sleep. She shouldn’t fall ill. She needs rest. I must take care of her. I must comb her hair. I must clean her room. I must check on her wounds, Clean them and let them dry For she has to face them all again, And she should be sound.