Sunday, September 25, 2011

The End of Innocence

Arindam Moulick, EzineArticles Basic PLUS Author
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Is now hopelessly withdrawn.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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