On a winding road to passion
There are moments when the twilight
Rolls across the firmament
And the magic words which once sounded
Like drops of rain on a silent night
Have suddenly lost the charm
And there are thirsty skies
The blue heavens have starved
To spurt the souls of men
And hungry pains have cried in the winds
To hold on to a mirage
Somehow it is a road to destiny as well
To hear the cry that has died within
And revived again
From a broken battered earth
A serene face has looked up at the sky
With tearful eyes that welled up
In sorrow and the noise of the thunder
Sounds deafening with heaven’s arrow
Thrusting at lonesome souls
You have cried and laughed and wandered
Why has the delectable spirit gone wary
of life, of love, of a meaning
That seems too soft or too hard to be broken?
Solitude settles in the running winds
With the gasps of hope
That still has a distant fragrance
On puerile earth
That still seems to separate the husk from the grain
And the shining staple
Basks on your palm to reveal the gold of earthen luxury

The voice within stops awhile
To feel the pleasures of the intermittent
Haphazard, winds of change


 

 

 

November, 2006
Copyright - Saberi Roy, 2007