This poem was published in the U-Rights Magazine, Issue 1, November 2019
When life was good
All could not wait, but tided in words
Simple, pleasant, living, colourful.
But time now tells, that candles light and die,
Until Good Will brings graces of light again.
Now that the climb gets steeper,
I’m speechless, her toil’s bitter,
Each dawn I rise dearer to fate, as set,
Fate that crowns clichés that birth movies.
I’m lost in the language, insulated from humor thereof,
I’m trapped in silence, tempted into smiles of futility
It’s anguish at play, shuddering core to goosebumps.
Nauseating, I die in words I’ve known for decades.
I mutter deep down, I muse – in stillness, in snapshots,
Of the sun setting, of the wooing roar of waters,
Of yester life’s pastness, of here, of futurity, of me.
I ponder – in words, in cries, in senses never learnt,
In lone, in deep discourse into the me-now-at-hand
I dream, I beam, in few words, in poesy, in time!
I am speechless.
To listen to the author reciting this poem click this Youtube link.
