Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Distance. . . untraveled

The distance between the hearts..
Is soaring as the time grows on..
And the sunken sensation keeps on living..
On the dying roads;where night meets dawn..

My never ending sleep and motionless pace
The promise that I never made..
Making me crib every moment I live..
With the helplessness I carried on my face..

My place changed and so did I..
The daily deaths that I easily die..
Lying her all the way saying I live..
Lied on the smoke so fast;the departure destined;

And one sunny day I found her..
All over me she lain before the final call..
Five hours and two lives on the roll..
One to begin another to finish it all..

Praying all the way out of sheer poignancy..
With a dead feeling of doing something larger..
Feeling all her touch and fragrance..
Pausing the process and coming out of life..!!

- - - Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)