Sunday, 23 October 2011


THE BURNING PLEDGE

Self-analysis goes often in the mind,
impenetrable darkness, all at
once becomes awaken,
the pages of life’s
record book,
breathed
by
subterranean way, the mystic night
asked the peculiar questions,
the feeble beam of
moonlight or
movements
of cornea
beneath the closed eyelids, did -
create the dream? Exploring
the truth is difficult in the
mid waves of turmoil
river, I hadn’t any
witness to
prove
that many times sailor had pushed
into the depth of vortex, and
simply blamed to cyclone,
destiny remained
silent ,
in distance as the wordless spectators,
something was in undying heart
that at all the times I tried to
save the conscious from
submersing,
willingly
or unwillingly I couldn’t succeed to –
auction my perception, though
calls were thunderous with
glittering hammer, this
character of mine
made entirely
immune, wounded persona never died,
may be empty hands, torn clothes,
naked legs, with ruined dreams,
but I waited for you, on the
edge of stiffed valleys,
on the prickly path,
I walked straight,
As burning
Pledge,
On the palm of fate, I smiled for you,