Delusion of the future
Alleges render held sum,
Ensures inevitability
Of apotheosis to come,
While of faint store
Who’s to say we’d find,
A time that offers more
Meant fated be so kind,
Thus best we not succumb
To credulity of illusions,
That yet fails reach the now!
I’d moved on
For reasons vague,
Like vision fades
For bygone days,
Where but a trace
Of puerile dreams,
For untried place
Fashioned a need,
That time in wait
Might so achieve,
An understanding
Not yet discovered,
Wants one explore
Afore life quenches
That thirst to roam,
Till years suggest
Look for the road,
Leads the way home!
Wouldn’t it be
Marvellous,
Should we abide
To opt on side,
That feelings be
Reason decides,
Not self-absorbed
Fate may devise
Or tend both sides,
Yet rid of over drive
Thus so guided,
To fix on wouldn’t be
Naught, if not but wonderful!
I’m loth to admit
Taking the bate,
With cavalier pith
A covenant toll,
Grasping too late
Bargained my soul,
To impossible state
Of a life said forever…
For signs of fade
Sees evince of worn,
And moreover frayed
Held so the norm,
As our ultimate fate
Wants we cease exist…
Hence to inhabit
Said allusive place,
Decreed by the way
Of an eternal face,
Assigns man bend
Thus to the darkness,
Of a last day’s end!
Kaleidoscope ~ musings of life chronicles ~
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I sought living
Years the more,
Of them the sum
Secures encore,
For score or two
Not ne’er enough,
A pardon due
Leads me to plead,
Not waive the stuff
Of years one lived,
Chance be my best
Of time life gives,
When soon to rest
Hold years ahead,
Not played as test
For idling dead,
When all ‘tis left
Means but to pass
Expressly fast,
Begs added score
To get it right
Before the dark,
Be my eternal night!
Looking for place
To hide,
One that’s as long
As wide,
A place for feelings
Yet rigidly raw,
In state that needs
A while to thaw,
As one so pleads
No longer can bear
Made hide ones fare…
So to survive
We have to find
A mind alive,
Who has little time
Left to realize
We’re near empty
On a road scarce alive,
So choked and dried
Be hard to find place,
We no longer need hide!
One hears said
That time heals all,
Yet we begrudge
An inapposite call,
Aim want revenge
Wouldst seal a wall,
To fix such barrier
Placates the insecure,
Till finds hereafter
They’ll ne’er recall,
What matter caused
Merits unforgiving,
So as to shrivel mind
Lugubriously small,
To harbour ill feelings
Between we brothers
Or friends made fall!
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