Wednesday 22 April 2015

FALL

                                   Fall



Above the sky
Among the stars
There lies a place
Filled with scars.

Where dreams have slept
and hopes are lost
Where passion has surrendered
to the life's exhaust.

Looking at those
and comparing with his
A defeated man wins
and finds answers of Quiz.

The quiz of life
which answers with question
and leaves you with other
some unsolved expression.

The man stood alone
In a crowd of known
whose life were complete
and his place-thrown.

A wasted soul he was
Finding his place high above
to become a moaning  star
in between the twinkling  love.

Every other was closed
but one door stood ajar
the way threatened him much
But the relief didn't seem far.

Relief of an end
Relief of nothing in life
'cause life would cease to exist
when his soul would touch that knife.


His Wrist 'teared' red
the moment he overcame his fear
and something looked blurred then
But everything was clear.

'Nothing' was what he got
from the life he used to have
But everything was left behind
'cause there was no turning back.

He moaned over his 'body'
and he continues to moan
for years his sobbing is heard
And his regret has since grown.

Nothing much can I say
Nothing much have I known
Nothing much would have happened
Had the seed been properly sown.

The fault was his of course
For he tried to find love
among humans of this world
from whom humanity lies above.

No one has lived here
People have 'Survived' the world
'cause no leaf is soft enough
to hold a dew being pearled.

World can never be blamed
People should never be accused
For it is in their nature
to hurt the already bruised.

You 'fight' the world
or else it fights back
Until you give up all
and every color seems black.

At most, You can only know
But Never think you understand it all
The moment you do so
It shows you a great fall.

A fall from your dreams
A fall how so much small
Small becomes so large here
It ends up in an endless fall.

World is like a wind
And people are cliff so tall
And the fall is both mismanaged
Misery is that fall.
                              -- An Experimental Work By Anish                                                                                               Tripathy

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