DISTANT HORIZON
As the nature gave my hair a
colour of peace,
I yearned for peace of mind.
Mind, the mother of
thoughts,
Tinged with myriad colours of thoughts,
Weakened by friction
of time,
Longed for a peaceful evening of life.
Sat I on the rock, with
gloomy eyes,
As the evening zephyr murmured in my ears:
"I am time, the
eternal, the deathless,
Mentor of your destiny!
Life's a day's work from
dawn to dusk,
Learn to live it in the shine of bask.
Striving to enjoy
my eternity;
You, fool, you are bereft,
Of the moonlit night, which's a
myth,
As the evening of life entombs you.
Don't swagger, you may see
your second childhood,
For, your destiny is in my hand.
Behind the
cerulean sky,
Where your eyes have no wings to reach,
Flies your greedy
mind with imaginary wings,
To ascend the throne of life after death."
Yet, when the night devoured the Sun,
Stood I at the noon of my life.
Triumphant was I, as the evening died,
To welcome the cool moonlit
night,
Moon struck, on a new moon night!
As the breeze flowed into my
ears,
Time said: "The sunset you see,
Is not the sunset of your life.
Morrows are the soothsayers of sorrows,
Sorrows are the dead of
yesterdays;
Barrows on the tombs of yesterdays,
Are hallowed by those of
yesterdays,
And followed by those of today,
And in the shadows will
follow unknown morrows."
Bellowed my harrowing mind in disgust,
As time
continued in my ears,
"Swallow the fear of death,
Follow the reality,
the eternal truth."
Yet slough of despond preyed on my mind,
Mournful
evening bid farewell to the day;
The wail of woe sang the song of death,
As
I stood at the noon of my life,
In the tranquility of the dead evening.
SK Iyer