The Crossroads

life leads us to nodes where we stand observers of culmination of our past,present and future...

From the graves of the past,

To the cradle of futures,

Are roads of present with marching centaures,

“Where have you been?”

“Where shall you be?”

And“ where are you going?”

Three intriguing questions

My heart is throwing.

 

Crying over the lost and dead

Running over the cracks unfed

To reach some where untimed;

In hope to see a heart unmaimed,

Long long back I planted a seed

With a very tiny hope atstead

That shall I grow old beneath the sun

In the arms of a throbbing heart,

With a smile shall my weary bones rest

In its loved and heavy creast,

K nowing that may not be all summits touched

But did dip my hands in the mud

To see the seedling grow its curly wines;

To see the face I love with light thats mine

To feel its cracks and corners

That encircles my world.

 

Denied of that Present

I refuge in an Alter world,

Meeting myself at every crossroad

Trying to figure -What the clock unloads

In my empty plams;

That sings the three life pslams.

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is lovely my friend and so thought provoking :)