Life goes on..

(To Vikas who made this sketch,and thus gave my mind food for thought..keep drawing pal)




my head rests against the pillow
i lie in a deep sojourn of my mind
the naked darkness envelopes my whole
emnating from the sky

i remember the happenings of my youth
i seek the remnants of some joy
as my present is nothing but numb
an empty shell of a boy

the journey is a thought process
bringing the ghost of christmas past
i'll take u to the summer when
the seeds of this present were cast

i played along happily
along the stream that flowed nearby
then suddenly in slow motion'
rain fell down from the sky

my feet were streaked with the wet earth
the husky effervescence enveloped my mind
i felt the mud moulding beneath my hands
as i created my first figure with thine

enter now:the ghost of christmas present
i lay unknown on this berth
for i was taken straight from childhood
to an unyielding adult

my creativity was lost in the tomb of imitance
as art does not bring food to the table
the boy who once played abandoned
now lies chained to the daily syllablle

i do not wish to see the ghost of the future
as my present subdued my hungry talent
who had felt the need to create
which in this world of material is irrelevant

my tired mind shuts its musings
as i have to get up early tomorrow
to go to work,which i do not love
but life goes on,even with sorrow..