Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Sands of Time

The grass withereth,the flower fadeth;

Time goes on and dreams go dead.

Unanswered prayers become forgotten,

Dreams of the young grow cold and rotten.


The mundane weighs heavily on him

Penance for some inadvertent sin?

The stars call out but his sky is black;

This hopeless reality holds him back.


Some dark cloud follows him around.

It sheds no light and it makes no sound;

It rains down heavily and extinguishes

The bright flames of his deepest wishes.


He could have,but didn’t want to run away

Coulda escaped but he’d much rather stay

Than take the easy road ,betray his kind;

Sell out his spirit-his very soul and his mind.


And now he’s tired and the hour is late,

His feelings are rusted,his dreams all dead .

The grass withereth;The flower fadeth.

4 comments:

eddie said...

It rains down heavily and extinguishes

The bright flames of his deepest wishes.

kotha theke likhis ei lines gulo!! :) :) loved that thoroughly :)

Samadrita Kuiti said...

Some amazing wordplay there. Melancholic and a tad depressive, but extremely well-written.

Santanu said...

But the word of our LORD continues for ever thus endeth the quote. His (Jesus') words are my only solace and strenght.

Anyway, just last night suddenly I remembered of you, that I havent read any of this young poet's writings of late, whats up with him, I gotta drop him a line, thought I, last night.

Anish said...

As always I thank you kind people for your kind words.They really mean a lot to me. :)