Friday, June 1, 2018

On the turning away

A chance meeting by the river
one last ghost so hard to tide over

a lifetime of believing, hearts are seen in the eyes
how wasted our beliefs are sometimes

far off oblivions of blazing sun,
eyes on fire and heart unstrung

in the maze of life,
so aged and beaten,
I wonder, often I ponder
that long lost youth & strange times
when dreams were seen with open eyes

distant silhouettes of castaway hearts
falling wayside on these mean streets of life

hopes and worldly wisdom always collide
i wonder why's, but never if's

Across forever in search of peace
these bridges I burn across the great divides

roads winding and long ahead
a contented soul in search of my gods





Ek Sach

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