To dust and to decay
to solitude and to silence;
like a shade upon the earth,
is loneliness creeping over me,
and to life comes the long forgotten faces
forming like mists from the silent past,
bygone, bygone are the voices of infancy
voices that long ago grew mute
to once familiar songs we sing no more.
Give me that pipe, ye little piper,
while the wind outside weeps,
Bring me that flute, hand me that harp
when the angry beatings of the rain upon the roof
diminish to tranquil patters upon the sea;
to kill this loneliness that creeps over me,
Like a shade upon the earth.
Let’s dance and dance ’til we drop
and one by one bury these noises
of hurrying footsteps of wounded travellers,
Let’s silence their randomness again and again
die to leave no sound behind;
let mine skill pipe-a-tune,
to kill this loneliness that creeps over me
Like a shade upon the earth.
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A haunting and evocative work.
thank you very much sir … for the kind words.
Poignant and painterly !
Thanks to you Vijay, I appreciate!
Amruta Nerurkar
April 4, 2017 at 4:17 pm
Brilliant.
An innocent, unadulterated call for a sense of rhythm, a sense of continuity, a sense of being connected with the one unifying life force.
The poet has brought such an organic quality to this longing, I could almost feel it on my skin.
Thank you for the experience.
tapeshwar
April 4, 2017 at 4:35 pm
Creeping silence ~~~
Brilliant!
Swati A Gadgil
April 5, 2017 at 9:19 am
A shade upon the Earth…… loneliness vividly put in words, felt a kind of magnanimity in the poets loneliness and voices that long ago grew mute created a chaos of the past in my mind. ..a chaos of mute sounds….pensive…