I am back from the maximum city. I wrote this poem a week back. But time flew like the hasting birds making it to their home in the evening..

This is a sequel to my poem 'The Passing Days'. It is called 'The Passing Days Continue..


The Passing Days Continue…

Again the sun rises and a dawn begins…
The same smoke and the same siren rings

Zephyr in ambience and the lone soldier at war…
That never ends on the pages of satisfaction

My clutching hands finding the tablet…
That soothes my soaring back…

Which aches a lot as I remain glued...?
To the screen I stare day in and out

My motionless pace and the change so seldom
The loss so dear and the soul so ridden

The free soul covets some space
And the poetic heart badly needs some ink…

All I could do is kill the burning time…
Burning…my dreams and draining my energy

Repent on what I am doing now,
And get paid at the bloody end as obvious…

The same smoke and the same sun
The free birds and the soul buttoned…

The bloody time stifling the free soul
And I bold enough to hold the smile so foul…

--- Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)

The passing days

I hold the smoke in my hand...
That emanates from my beer coated lips..
The setting sun in front of my eyes..
And the dream all sunken to catch the clouds..
From the ringing alarm to the rising sun..
I rush to the place where i get work..
The latter never turns out actually..
And the former always kicks me bad..
The dull daily where i wish to land..
And the music in the ears soothes my spirit..
The only sun that inspires me...
And its rays that unleashes the energy within...
The light that illuminates her face...
And i think the radiance all in me...
For a moment i feel transcendental...
For a moment i feel she is next to me...
All alleviated...and all pacified...
Again the day begins that gets my soul drilled..
Again i return to the place where i sleep
With the smoke in my hand emanating from dry lips...
The latter is now a habit..
And the former never turns out to be...
The same setting sun and the birds returning home..
The sunken dream that i just see...
All this has become my life whatsoever it may be...
All this is what i do whenever i feel lone...!!!


--- Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)

From the lone soldier's collection.

Sometimes I get confused…

Often I get confused when I walk…
Often I get stuck when I talk…
I don’t know where I am heading…
Neither do I know where I may end…
The only thing I know is my art…
That writes my heart out on paper…
And keeps on dying as the days go…
All I can do is to write and tear…
That makes me never sad and fear…
The fear of my dreams that never came true…
It’s time to tear and forgive the fear…
Forgive myself for not pushing in…
And walk the black pavements to give in…
My dreams, My love and everything that moves around…
---Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)