We gaze upon ourselves
as we die each day
the slow death of days,
the long days
of circumspection
unspoken remorse;
cryptic clues
to understanding
the vastness of
the futility of all
endeavour committed
so naively to an
enterprise of certain failure;
for some of us at least
the day is now over,
the dust settled.
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Thought provoking…!!
So close to life and aptly captioned, Louis Sir.
A philosophical, poignant poem, superbly rendered.
It’s a pleasure to listen to poetry being recited in chaste accent by a native speaker. Enjoyed reading and listening to “Notes on the dreams of dust”.
Beautiful recitation, apt video, but the most beautiful were the words, so deep, so philosophical and so close to life!
life exist with death… one goes either after or before the other… as we have our feet on the ground… we can see what is above us and around us, the vastness of everything and we are a speck of the whole thing… the mortality of man will return to ashes and dust to the ground…. very nice realization of man’s existence.