My small thoughts <br />May be halted at your lips <br />Which chant lies in silence <br />But I cannot restart a voyage into the seas <br />Of your manipulations, I am sorry. <br /> <br />Don`t ask me to find <br />A meaning for a life detained. <br />In the cave of dark enclosures <br />Myths are myths for me <br />And I am exiled from your fantasy land. <br /> <br />When your entwined life has chosen <br />To be in consolation of past tales <br />You talk about a life of fulness <br />But I say it aloud - <br />We are just alive kicking and reveling. <br /> <br />A shadow imitates the God <br />Of your sketches and colours <br />It may next even meditate under <br />An unyielding tree with yellow leaves <br />That grow hoping to touch the sky! <br /> <br />The fugitive in me <br />Will not and cannot go to that still <br />For I may find it embarrassing <br />To lose the present hold <br /> <br />-The hold of some grip indeed. <br /> <br />My hands discern the lichen <br />Engraving itself on <br />The moisture of insanity <br />But they are feeble and worn out <br />Yours are long and muscular, I admit. <br /> <br />The vastness of loneliness may be painful <br />But I know its coherence and ambiance <br />The rhythm of life was a note just attempted <br />And my harp now may wail to no end <br />But it will be what I like -that says it all.<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wailing-harp/
