From the strings of life
the beads of memories have rolled out.
Scattering all over the clay
they unfold an unsaid story...
Dispersing in all directions
and bouncing back again,
provoke me to watch my steps
Of which I was vain.
Retrospecting , I found
something has changed;
In the winds of time,
and in the strands of spell
Something is lost
in the grime of yore.
And this was never meant to be.
Delving into the begrimed past
and brushing the filth of sins
I found,
I dint lose anything.
There was nothing to lose.
There is just a change in the equations
And the equation is ‘I’.
The naïve ‘I’.
An attempt to salvage the indigenous ‘I’ is hard
But I have to try
for the dying faith,
and the mortifying spirit.
It’s harder for me to do so
for I am too weak to hold it back,
to recollect the fallen beads.
I am not here
I am in the coffin
And the new ‘I’ is born,
unaware of the fact
that it will eventually die.
the beads of memories have rolled out.
Scattering all over the clay
they unfold an unsaid story...
Dispersing in all directions
and bouncing back again,
provoke me to watch my steps
Of which I was vain.
Retrospecting , I found
something has changed;
In the winds of time,
and in the strands of spell
Something is lost
in the grime of yore.
And this was never meant to be.
Delving into the begrimed past
and brushing the filth of sins
I found,
I dint lose anything.
There was nothing to lose.
There is just a change in the equations
And the equation is ‘I’.
The naïve ‘I’.
An attempt to salvage the indigenous ‘I’ is hard
But I have to try
for the dying faith,
and the mortifying spirit.
It’s harder for me to do so
for I am too weak to hold it back,
to recollect the fallen beads.
I am not here
I am in the coffin
And the new ‘I’ is born,
unaware of the fact
that it will eventually die.
