like a verse
The universe is like a verse
with an unending metre metric
music revealed in musings symmetric
and lyrics pounding and impounding life
and death of live and matter that matters
nothing later and each making unmade
voluntarily or involuntarily and in reality
or triviality Each pair is a spectre drawn
With a mystic brush using time as screen
from times bygone are these scattered
unearthed layers of still preserved
portraits some life sizeand
others cannot be seized to size
onto the matted legend
mystic love which run into
But bystanders still feel
the warmth of blood and beauty
Spread wings apart and hearts thumping,
leaving no space for themselves
Still pass away In the spells
of time that levels
life and matter in its sway.
woke up from the dream
on a mid summer day
peering through memory lane
for all the glories of days bygone
whence the green and sheen
of love of day and night
wove the 'nature creature
'picture perfect. But now
narrow are my eyes
to gaze through dust and dirt
and a haze of mist and smoke
foot loose I clamour through
cess pool of culture concrete
And alas! where have gone
vultures crows and all the scavengers
with no vengeance on people till now
masters and partners in taming the tigers
to guard burial grounds and praying
the demigods to keep off evils.
The universe is like a verse
with an unending metre metric
music revealed in musings symmetric
and lyrics pounding and impounding life
and death of live and matter that matters
nothing later and each making unmade
voluntarily or involuntarily and in reality
or triviality Each pair is a spectre drawn
With a mystic brush using time as screen
from times bygone are these scattered
unearthed layers of still preserved
portraits some life sizeand
others cannot be seized to size
onto the matted legend
mystic love which run into
But bystanders still feel
the warmth of blood and beauty
Spread wings apart and hearts thumping,
leaving no space for themselves
Still pass away In the spells
of time that levels
life and matter in its sway.
woke up from the dream
on a mid summer day
peering through memory lane
for all the glories of days bygone
whence the green and sheen
of love of day and night
wove the 'nature creature
'picture perfect. But now
narrow are my eyes
to gaze through dust and dirt
and a haze of mist and smoke
foot loose I clamour through
cess pool of culture concrete
And alas! where have gone
vultures crows and all the scavengers
with no vengeance on people till now
masters and partners in taming the tigers
to guard burial grounds and praying
the demigods to keep off evils.
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