The Other Side of Shattered Dreams Shattered dreams are commonplace, Illusion has a voice, Life becomes an act of grace And the inner choice Made before this all took place Resurfaces to be The sacred silence in the noise Of lost humanity; I observe the jangled nerve Of life pretends to be Other than the worm it serves In dark eternity – I separate myself from this And all activity That only sucks the blood of bliss And drains all energy Into the whirlpool of life’s death Where pain and suffering dwell In a false pretence of breath And the fires of deep hell; Nay, I am he who’ll never be A plaything of this mess, The poet lives, forever free, Despite his loneliness, The solitude of soul is his Steeped in beauty deep, The high and wide creative kiss That never falls asleep In death’s arms but rather takes Its chance to make the leap Across the bridge of time and space Into the future reaps Its harvest from all love and death That spanned the centuries Of struggle for this lonely breath Of life that set me free! From the book, Doors To Paradise, Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur (2013).
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 14:47:04 +0000
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