Thursday, September 30

stranded

they are not wanderers. they built giant rivers through time.
so we hired a boat and paddled along the infinity shore. on the river bank, faces of desolate souls. waking up from their burning pyres. tired eyes watching along the path of no return. many worlds, we see them from sunrise to darkness. nights littered with zero machines, emitting light from an unknown source of energy. as they twinkle from life to death, controlled by some force, we see them taking form. they are humans liberated from this tragedy.

when life has walked past. and days become meaningless voids, no mirror can reflect. even time regrets not stopping. just for a moment and giving this universe a chance of survival.

when you are beyond, and above everything, one with your world. you are there, where each smile, touch and love is pain.

then the end.

4 comments:

Jeevan said...

we go in search of past, where the future lies.

Cinderella said...

I cannot help but be amazed at the wonderful concoction you stirred up in this post of an existence bhai!

Tender and strong. Love the lines Jeevan put up.

purple deepens.. said...

Ah,Beauty!

purple deepens.. said...

Beautiful.

when

it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny