Monday, February 10, 2014


Where is that horizon?
The one that was to be
The rosy tint it gained
Has suddenly ceased to be.

Is there hope?
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seemed to glow brighter
And then it was darkness

The futility of it all
The sighs and cries
The hands that held
Waved a goodbye after all 


Shailaja V said...

Very picturesque indeed. Love the pathos in the last verse!

Subhorup Dasgupta said...

Our clinging to the idea of permanence lies at the root of all suffering. Yet suffering or identifying with suffering results in such beautiful lines. Loved it.

Prats said...

Thanks Shailaja.. Sometimes words just paints pictures