This is to be a different mile..

Walking down the known aisle 
Trying to read the familiar simile 
Once again!
Hunting down the smiling guile 
Poised to regain!
Nothing but the sky to reclaim 
In full vein it's my rein! 
O', the wilt of that wuthering rain 

Heading up the tilting cross
That eerie feeling of symbolic loss 
One that life keeps in store, 
That could send me for a toss,
Was there again, set to regain
When I had heard the call

Lost in the alley of loss and gain 
When the life is thrown in mayhem 
My inner sanctum found me again

Voicing the lost Soul of my name

And there I could see, 

The inviting open sky at the horizon 

 

The undercurrent of that, 
Unnerving omen
When the fugitive turns-in 
Once again!
To the beaten, blotted, hunted pain 
Had to realize I was beyond,

Their feeble lords of the frame

Determined, away from the cries of, 
The galleried woes
Linking the life, again, 
To the rejuvenating rose
Believing in the words,
In their prose
Denying the moments,

Yet another futile effort, 

To make the desert sand creep-in,
Peeping-in through a hole, 
Making even larger moles 
I am there yet again,
Rewriting the running scroll 

Walking down the known aisle 
Reading that very familiar simile 
Positively knowing all this while 
This is to be a different mile..


October 2, 2010 - April 25, 2012


©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/