It is easy to let go and drift away
unnoticed, no marks left on the bark
of the old tree, like a life forming rings
through the seasons of time.
In the shadows dissolve, nothing mine
to hold on, nothing gets on the way
if I want to just fade,
to let go while alone drift away-
“We keep drifting till we see light. Seldom do we realize that the light was always there!”
― Avijeet Das
I wonder if in death we take dreams
somewhere in our cells scattered loose
through the years, dreams we choose
to feed our souls and become a light,
and maybe in death to shine the way
by dreams we take to eternal night
and shape a heavens that we pray
becomes in death a life of dreams.
Love or Loss
Is not love but loss that breaks a heart
the passing lives that leave their mark
the empty space in which we dwell
when castles built will break apart
and someone else will say farewell.
They leave behind from love a taste
when lives depart in such a haste
and keep us lost in empty rooms
we fill with ghosts later embraced
to walk alone among the tombs.
It’s what we lost that stains the soul
and does not fade when we get old
but sticks to skin so frail and scarred,
when love can make two parts a whole
not love but loss will break a heart.
Oh reflections of doomed, bodies rot
while adverting the eyes
and the lies, and the lies…
Grant me freedom gods of lure
from the chains of desires!
Let me look past the mirrors,
past the flesh and endure
for a while,
and left me back with the liars
that reflected the lies,
was it me? I am guilty of much more
and was guilty before
in the mirrors, in the mirrors.
I stayed there, a part of me remains
waiting to resume upon my return,
if I return, for what if the road ends
leading back at the very turn
I took when I left, blood in my veins
frozen over distant lands
where I became deaf and blind.
There among cheers between friends
a part of me remains,
we always leave something behind-
Don’t you see? I’m done, fini, no more of this or that
of chasing dreams or chased in dreams –we call nightmares.
I’m done rehearsing for a dance that danced away
and left me undone – nobody cares
if rainbows shine after the rain,
if clouds have shapes or trees do sway
with tunes we ignore – since deaf we are.
I’m done with love that hides away
the wasted times in search for more
and always wanting to return – what was before
for nothing matters, nothing stay-
I’m done with all, with this or that
with many things I tried to be
but not with life or life with me.
Oh, how the flame not so bright
flickers softly through the night
in the warm of late May Spring
understanding all shall pass
when to life I’ll strongly cling.
And then think how to surpass
while I slowly raise the glass
dreams I weaved left unclaimed
none to see none to behold
while in wine I sooth the pain.
What I have I cannot hold
all was left out in the cold
and a flame that was so bright
flickers softly through the night.