Reflections Gone-astray

by Prof. R. K. Bhushan



My tears are cruel; Neither they fall Nor they tear me apart. Your name amuses me; And I'm lost Into nothingness of the sort. Some claim and many deny; Kinship or love as a lie Life's show, rustic or refined, thus dies. Amazing is the beauty of your grace; Lexical treasures fail to praise Joy is the suppliant mood of the sage. Praises don't please; Blames don't bite or bleed Life's best lies in peace. Life is Lord's Trust; Which we don't trust So we lie broken or we rust. Every moment, something happens To remind me That I'm nobody and nothing. Every moment, I pray, Pray for death And death eludes me. Robust smiles are routed; Cheerful is cheated Into rain of melancholy strains. Why think of happiness And seek the bliss When rein in the reign of cute pains. Inner being is shaken and fallen; With the strings broken Into deadly silence of soul woken.

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