“When you have come to the edge of all the light you have And step into the darkness of the unknown Believe that one of the two will happen to you Either you'll find something solid to stand on Or you'll be taught how to fly!”
(i) In the aftermath of separation Thought I’d never forget the tears I shed Withered the garland as the days went by Its flowers wilting along the dusty way I know not when time erased memories.
I know not when, oblivion crept in unawares. With passage of time, my heart inured. I thought, I would shed any tear. Suddenly I chanced upon you on my way, And the tears welled up endlessly. From underneath my apparent insouciance A phalanx of grief had lingered on.
(ii) Beyond this river of sorrow on the shore far away I see the quay at the door of yours.
I myself have tied me into a knot: Half indoor half outdoor, I will now let go of myself And float in the evening breeze
Hours have I spent on the market day, Buying the burden of what people say
Unshackle those words now – my heart Go on, listening in absolute silence : to the tune wafting through the land breeze.
“When you have come to the edge of all the light you have
ReplyDeleteAnd step into the darkness of the unknown
Believe that one of the two will happen to you
Either you'll find something solid to stand on
Or you'll be taught how to fly!”
(i)
ReplyDeleteIn the aftermath of separation
Thought I’d never forget the tears I shed
Withered the garland as the days went by
Its flowers wilting along the dusty way
I know not when time erased memories.
I know not when, oblivion crept in unawares.
With passage of time, my heart inured.
I thought, I would shed any tear.
Suddenly I chanced upon you on my way,
And the tears welled up endlessly.
From underneath my apparent insouciance
A phalanx of grief had lingered on.
(ii)
Beyond this river of sorrow
on the shore far away
I see the quay at the door of yours.
I myself have tied me into a knot:
Half indoor half outdoor,
I will now let go of myself
And float in the evening breeze
Hours have I spent on the market day,
Buying the burden of what people say
Unshackle those words now – my heart
Go on, listening in absolute silence :
to the tune wafting through the land breeze.