Tuesday, September 8, 2009 by Indrajit
A place of all places I did know,
Where reposed the restive soul,
far from the illusions of grandeur,
far from the trumpets of console.
Where went the Castles of yore?
- the Hero, waned away with time,
Every sand that fell from hourglass,
Every battle the Hero never won!!
Solitude! hark! let the role reverse,
Not you, but me, let me you chase!,
Encore of the 'Beauty, lost and found'.
A run towards the crimson life's maze.
Beauty - in the Beloved's Carol.
Bliss - in the ache of a song,
Life that waits to be tickled yet,
That is where I do belong.