Life is snailing at times <br />Or is it fleeting to the edge? <br />I know for certain <br />Death will not wait <br />For it is locked in bruises. <br />But how can I seek eternity <br />As I am often fed up with the experience <br /> <br />I skip for myself <br />Stinking pubs and buzzing prayer halls <br />And learn about the zero gravity of both <br />As the guffaws of the customers over reach <br />The habitats of all on the pavements. <br />But how can you deny them all an exit <br />That is as silent as that of an unknown star? <br /> <br />'Her touch was not real', a lover told me <br />I looked into his eyes for a while <br />He thought the Earth was collapsing <br />But it was spinning with a trillion souls <br />Lost in lust, seduction and betrayal <br />He did not know that and he will never <br />I can still see moisture on his forehead. <br /> <br />My teacher used to say <br />'Don't climb to the peak when snow is melting'. <br />He seems to be right <br />Barriers are being removed <br />When a caravan is seen going across a desert <br />How can I know its direction at all? <br />Everywhere it is sand dunes and heat. <br /> <br />Snailing or fleeting this has to see the edge <br />Beyond which the valley of nothingness spreads <br />Unto times immortal..... <br />Let myself sit alone and think over <br />Things past, past alone <br />And laugh like a thunder <br />That is often reverberated in the ears of a loner god.<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snailing-or-fleeting/
