AND IT STAYS What is that gnaws at you? In the dissonance of day and silence of the night. In mélange of memories past and visage of days umpteen! Mingles with the breath and warps musings unseen. It reverberates, it resurrects and ricochets but never abates. Resides within like blood and sinew, Vanquishing my soul with forces anew, Usurper of joys, interloper in your solitude. Ensconcing parts of me in unremitting rue. Does it have the semblance of a friend or a foe? It hovers, it lingers, in thoroughfares and meanders. So unbecoming of my cognitive might, Failing to decipher a pursuance seemingly trite. Amidst noises of melancholia and mourn weltering within, Dwells upon me a knowing serene. Pain! Pain is thy name. Written and re-written on the palimpsest of life. Seeping into my psyche for ages, through the sieve of time. Spilling into plaintive seeking eyes from a mutilated soul. Pain was the only gain; In the severing of umbilical cord, that held through a thousand trying times, In the uprooting of the oak, sustainer of filial shade, Under whose expanse I wished life from cradle to the grave. In the unclasping of love, Pain! Pain is the name, Mortal existence as pawn in a divine game. (c) Rehan Khan
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 06:09:13 +0000
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