Desert is a land of no human life.It conveys a picture of no human emotions and sentiments, it is inhumane in nature.It makes us desperate in search of existence, of both body and soul.We live everyday, regardless of the odds, for the hope of a better sun-rise. For me, it is an attempt to walk past the greyish side of life.
I walk through a desert,
I feel hungry, and thirsty too.
But I've no means,
To take a rest; it's a desert.
I can't find a ray of hope,
A hope that keeps me alive,
All that I see here is fake,
All that troubles me is mirage.
I find no human faces here,
I know it's a barren land.
Should I take a turn?
"No. You've to move forward."
I keep my journey on; I know,
Change is the rule of the game.
I'll find green patches,
I'll find human life,
I'll find faces smiling;
"How a coward you were?"
I'll find new dawns
Bringing faith into human mind,
A faith that makes me hopeful,
Hope, that keeps me living.
[I walk through a desert,
I feel hungry, and thirsty too.]
I walk through a desert,
I feel hungry, and thirsty too.
But I've no means,
To take a rest; it's a desert.
I can't find a ray of hope,
A hope that keeps me alive,
All that I see here is fake,
All that troubles me is mirage.
I find no human faces here,
I know it's a barren land.
Should I take a turn?
"No. You've to move forward."
I keep my journey on; I know,
Change is the rule of the game.
I'll find green patches,
I'll find human life,
I'll find faces smiling;
"How a coward you were?"
I'll find new dawns
Bringing faith into human mind,
A faith that makes me hopeful,
Hope, that keeps me living.
[I walk through a desert,
I feel hungry, and thirsty too.]
Definitely... you will find the end of the desert... no desert is that long for someone who is determined to cross it.
ReplyDeleteNow-a-days, I feel there is a need to take a bail before attempting to scribe anything.I am glad to get some comments, but there is a
ReplyDeletedanger too.For those who know me for a long, like you(recollect our last phone-in-discussion), see things in a way and for those who have a shorter period of friendship things are different.If all such comments become true, my imagination is too good to express anything.I do not hesitate to open up myself, but these scribblings, I hope, have a far more scope.This is what I thought of reflecting at the first touch of my pen on the sheet.I would loose my faith to make any more experiments, if I fail to convey the right message