The End of Innocence

Arindam Moulick

Where ever those days have gone…

When you were so close to everything

That kept me going on.

I wish so much

That you were here with me,

And I had not wanted more of anything

From this pretentious enemy.

There was not one tiny moment

When I was not close enough

To kiss the tears you cry,

But your reasons carry on,

Though lost in time,

Ceaselessly singing your lullaby.

So many years have disappeared

Without having anything left for us.

But something that ever remained behind

Is our eternal memory for a lifetime.

We spent our time on everything

That kept us reckoning for more.

How they all seemed so beautiful to us

As many a time before.

Under the sky of the crimson sun

They appeared

Like incredible playful fun.

Nothing, as sustaining as hope,

Can we expect anything...

Destined to drift us away.

And then what little redemption could it

Hope to lend a hand to us

From this dying world anyway?

This world seemed a nice place

When good things took flight.

But it remained much the same way

As it were before,

When it started just not right.

Now I have found

That it rains every day here

‘cause it is no longer

The same deep-rooted feeling as before

When it had no torrential fear.

There is perhaps no way out

Of my life’s plundering rowing

‘cause it brought me no joy

When it knew you started going…

There is no way out either,

For this life somehow wishing to last

Till the end of its doom and reborn.

So wishing for a breath

That would keep on holding forever

Is now hopelessly withdrawn.

Hasn’t there been a funeral song,

The song in the graveyard of time?

Or are the remains of each passing day

Being quite in itself a funeral rhyme?

As the moments of glory

Know no sadness embrace…

So the heights of selfishness seek

Only the stench of inordinate disgrace!

Woefully emerging The End of Innocence;

Hopefully nothing except to lose its credence.

Short-lived is life in all its forms.

So do you and me and our funeral songs.

Yet we have no chance left

To try and subdue each and every curse

Wobbling out from the can of worms.

There is though a small belief

That comes visiting me every time,

That this world is a mammoth place

Even for every opportunist soul wanting

To live deservedly well and fine!

So let’s start a brand new story.

A story of immense glory.

Come back from wherever you are.

Waiting for you will be onerous never

‘cause our love is longing to last forever.

If there has been something going

It was my small boat rowing

From the land of thousand suns

To the sunset west quietly burns

For the beginning of a brief new day

To kiss the veil of a pristine night

Tenderly grown dark and gray.

Only when I see the road behind me

Unwinding its long overdue promise,

Do I relent to ensure its arrival thus far?

Because you may stumble upon to find

That tucked away on the road is a jab unkind

You may hardly have time left to mind!

By Arindam Moulick

- Written on 26 April 2001

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