I
want to fall asleep
Deep
within the womb of time
Dust
to dust we go
Rusting
to peace in our tombs.
Sleep
comes in heady relief
Only
to be broken by shuddering dreams
Of
painted relief in graying shades
A
picture of us in the times ahead.
And
life carries on
Till
I can drag my feet
On
the sands of time
Trudging
alone on the desert road.
With
the wind whipping past
And
the grains cutting my skin
My
hair flying back
With
a dust storm brewing within.
The
horizon clouds over
And
the sun takes a dull glow
When
the wall of sand ahead
Hits
my face with a full blow.
And
the ordeal passes over
To
be followed by another one
Following
in the footsteps
Of
the giant just gone.
Torn
and bleeding left behind
Scrambling
for a grip in the shifting sand
I
look ahead as far as I can see
Searching
for my wings in order to be free.
Something
ahead I can now see
Lying
before in the expansive sea
Of
rolling motions and wavy patterns
Under
the gray sky waiting to be
The
nemesis of the peace I had seen
Lying
ahead just out of reach
Shifting
away as I try to grasp
Vanishing
away in the gathering dusk.
Laden
with grief
The
sky hangs low
The
weight around its neck
Waiting
for the final blow.
Mirrors
of light flicker around
Shinning
mirage of the dreams
Darkness
covers their surface
The
moment I move to touch them.
Drips
of rain start to fall
The
sky weeping at last
The
droplets shine off me
And
the desert sucks them up.
Not
a blade of grass
Sways
to greet me
As
I travel the desert road
To
the place where I want to go.
To
the crack on the wall
Where
I can rest
My
tired body
And
my heavy head.
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Anirban Sarkar, 26th October 1998
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