In a State Of Oblivion
© Shilpa Sandesh,
A quest and a hunt,
This life is a crusade
where every step I take
Defines an ardous voyage.
A search in pursuit of happiness,
trailing for peace,
and that,
Much awaited quietitude;
Imaginations run,
And I find myself,
In a beauteous illusion.
Solitary I sat,
At the window of a cabin,
Midst the dense whispering woods,
The weather so misty and wet;
I watch the drops of rain,
Fall one after the other,
and I wonder,
If that descend of every dribble
Is a sign of nemesis!
But suddenly the heart shouts
and states
That this downpour is not the degeneration,
These are those blest droplets,
Whish would annihilate the deepest fears,
Some engraved sorrows and frozen tears.
And then the mirage resumes,
And so begins the dwelling;
This mind reading the message
Of murky grey clouds above,
Of a patiently crawling snail,
Of the thickening mist,
And of the prevailing silence;
And so I find this oblivion,
More beseeching than reality !
A quest and a hunt,
This life is a crusade
where every step I take
Defines an ardous voyage.
A search in pursuit of happiness,
trailing for peace,
and that,
Much awaited quietitude;
Imaginations run,
And I find myself,
In a beauteous illusion.
Solitary I sat,
At the window of a cabin,
Midst the dense whispering woods,
The weather so misty and wet;
I watch the drops of rain,
Fall one after the other,
and I wonder,
If that descend of every dribble
Is a sign of nemesis!
But suddenly the heart shouts
and states
That this downpour is not the degeneration,
These are those blest droplets,
Whish would annihilate the deepest fears,
Some engraved sorrows and frozen tears.
And then the mirage resumes,
And so begins the dwelling;
This mind reading the message
Of murky grey clouds above,
Of a patiently crawling snail,
Of the thickening mist,
And of the prevailing silence;
And so I find this oblivion,
More beseeching than reality !
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