The heathen memories of darkness
Leave tilted shadows on the wall
Crucified unto permanency?
Indelibly ingrained on the retinal canvas?
Or just the salsa of fluid fingers
Denoting a passage of phase
What is so dreadful
The eventide of life
Invokes pictures of
Oh! Mirror tell me the truth
Hinged or unhinged
The madman rants
Anything but an appointment
….And then there are those molten moments when you witness all that you have lived for, dreamed agelessly and aspired relentlessly to be at least once in your lifetime cascade down into a mirthless, vigourless fall – a sagging lava of enervated desires and wishes, that had raised spirited heads off and on in your heart of heart while you had said no, not now, again and again to them like a mother does to a restless kid to divert him off mischiefs and eventually put him off to sleep…till the entire process became almost like a ritual and you found solace in the fact that you have the final command over your reckless spirit, an undeniable control that you thought was very much right and the call of the time.
There was also this teeny-weeny belief somewhere in the back of your mind (or is it heart?) that there is still time, the sun is still vibrant in its glow and its warmth yet soothing to the brow.
And suddenly one fine point of a day of usual boredom and routine you realize that it may not be so. Life may slowly be crumbling into a dissipated coil of withered fragrance and wilted petals and the end that you presumed was afar may be surreptitiously knocking at the door quietly laughing at your florid geniality which you have habituated yourself to believe as undying optimism.
Hope, they say is panacea to all frail-hearted ambitions which have not found their identity in Bohemia or diligence. I wonder is it really so or is it just one of those illusions that you stupidly cling just to find that feeble will to foray into whatever is not in your scheme of things but have been impelled to embrace for the sake of survival.
I shall not try to seek the perfect answer like Yaksha did with Yudhishthira as all answers, I fear, may lead on to a maze of further illusions, mirages, compromises, consolations and make beliefs.
I shall not ask too many questions either because all queries are doomed to be futile and perpetuate the rigmarole of more pointless, mindless queries.
I shall just sit by this window and let moments take on moments till the roving Universe quietens in pace and zeal and settles down like I do by this sill drooling over the canopy of this endless vastness of blue which holds the mystery of all existence in its bosom like a well-guarded secret.
Be this void, this undiluted envelope of ether my medication….a soother to a tired wanderer….a remedial balm to the staggering feet of a well-worn traveller.
Oh! I lie here in wait
Nor should you
Pass me by
Implore I do
Come hold me
Take me into your arms
And hold me tight
Till I swoon in ecstasy
Poised in passion
Stilled in time