That One Drop Of Tear.....

Barren lies the road, empty, solitary; so lies one Soul Accursed,
Silence adorns miles and miles, Longer breathes the Lonely Sighs,
Forgets the fickle world Me , you and all:when the stage is dispersed,
For whom, then O, peevish Loner, your sunken pair of eye Cries..

Sunburnt roads , burning the soul, charring the Dreams to despair,
Wretched soul looks around, Hapless, Even His Shadow's not Near !
Betrayed Bliss lost, lost to the land where reposes the Serene, and tranquil,
The Time, when the Sunburnt grass's touch made many an agony Heal--

Then sorrows were there-Even now the sorrowful sonatas sniff the Soul they bear,
Even now, the crude crasiness of destiny plays foul guiding to lands of Quagmire,
BUT TheN-the sunburnt grasses had sketches and mirages of the figures Drawn for A loner,
Gone they are-the Angels and the Guardians ,in" flowing tears of past "they seem to Disappear..

The Road today is barren , gust of winds burns the pain entwined in every Vein,
Rusty, dishevelled walks the Loner, bearing scars of The abrupt Weather's Bane..
Freting with thirst, maimed by life's loathe, He waits for The First Drop of Rain,,
It'll come--he knows. he soaks in this hope, in sun's scorching rays of Disdain..

Yes, He'll see them, and his shadow will be back, and the soul once again Breathe to Life..
But 'The One Drop Of Tear', he's kept safe, perhaps....would loose by then in the "Huge Strife."

Indrajit Ghosal.
copyright(c)2007 indrajit ghosal
'Rudalis'--- The Desert Mourners.
sitting in circles,
wrapping garments stale and plain,
Six shrills of sombre, echoes
beastly grim of pain..
Breezing dust , warm sands, carry
poignant cries of refrain.
to far and near, heralding
gloom and doom from the Bereaving Lane..
Hands thump the Breasts, hard as
hitting diabolic clamps of nail..
And cries and bursts of loss,
leaves dark clouds in it's trail.
Sun turns shadowy,with deafening
mourns in crannies prevail.
A Blue Blood's Death, whimpered
by six she-folks avail...
Ghostly , haunting turns the cry,
hands ramming the breats peak.
"Royales ,Thou shall not shed tears'"
so for penny trifles , mourners they seek..
As dark looms , shrugging every vein,
the cacophony halts, from veiled faces..
numbness of eternal loss seeps in,,
with burning moonlight in ragged palaces.
Rudalis went away,, deserting the Grieving Royales,
leaving resonating whimpers, amid faint dying walls.
indrajit ghosal
copyright(c)2007 indrajit ghosal

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