Another for the road
Dark it was and desolate
A past that lead me to isolate
Ringing with chaos and uproar
Mind scarred with the gore
And in the midst when hope there was none
One came along and showed it couldn’t be undone
What’s past is past and it will always be
What’s ahead is your future that you should see
The shadowy gloom lifted from my brows
Where it had been so long that it had taken hold
But now in the dreamy carouse
I didn’t see when I got remold
And just when the first rays of sun hit my eye
And to me disclosed the wonder of life
His hold grew firm or so i thought
But to me this misconception much grief has brought
For neither was there trust, nor any faith
Nor the ardor in which i bathed
A palace built with cards, a balancing act, touche,
With a waft of wind all blown away
A story written with ashes upon the shore
Carried away by the waves, lost among the roar
Dusk follows the setting sun
And upon my brows thoughts newly begun,
Give way to piercing tears that no one sees
It is better this way, atleast he is at ease
A painful smile paints itself on my lips
The hidden art of masking that rips
Hoping that no one sees it through
The poison that I for myself brew
If thoughts of me trouble you still
Id take it all away, let it burn in the kiln
The embers of passion left behind
one day might help others to whom love is blind
To them *we* would have no importance
Just like to you I don’t make any sense.
So much of pain ?
Brought out beautifully well !
Hey…*You* make SENSE to *Me*. Don’t you underestimate me. ‘Trust’ and ‘Faith’, I do have them. How can you say there is no trust or faith. If it was someone else who was that ‘Another For The Road’ then it is agreed !
There is a chance occurrence, on that One’s part. But not with this ‘Stranger’ on the road. There definitely is ‘Trust’ and ‘Faith’ even if it is uncalled for, in case if it brings joy to you.
Why do you mask and brew poison ? You can share the poison if you would like to, so that it could be turned into an ‘Elixir’ for the rest of your life. You are so young, how can you talk about Ashes upon the shore ? Build castles, instead. One day they would surely materialize as palatial mansions.
Please don’t say…./* Just like to you I don’t make any sense */
*You* do ! I am waiting for my thoughts to take shape and direction, but before that I have to make sure, I understand very well and not misinterpret as was the case earlier.
So I am reading line by line, word by word, syllable by syllable…this time very sure not to repeat the mistake. Just like you, reading between the lines comes all too naturally for me as well
In spite of all this, if a Casualty still happens, please forgive me. I am coming up with translations, they are all in the ‘Rough Draft’ state, wait until I could breathe life into them and send it to you
Stranger On The Road
Bright it was and crowded, the garden of myriad hues
A past whose guidance gave you new clues
Chiming of the temple bells galore
Mind saturated with events of the before
And in the midst when hope was rearing its head
One came along for the another to become a diamond
A past nonetheless very beautiful
A future so splendid and cheerful
The momentary gloom lifted
Where it had not so long permeated
But now in this remedial reverie
You did see how you got re mold
And just when the first rays of sun caressed your eye
And to you it served the delicacy of life’s Orange Pie
His grip is always soft and flexible
To you this Joy had made your self more pleasurable
There is trust and faith in abundance
So you can bathe in the ardor with your brilliance
A palace built with hearts, a Counter – balancing act
With a waft of wind, they meet, Coalescing together
A story written with castles upon the shore
Carried away by the waves, orchestra accompanied by the roar
Dawn follows the dusk
And upon your brows Pearl – Oyster thoughts shed their Husk
Gives way to piercing tears, that now shines in his eyes
It is better this way, he would be at ease
A gleeful smile paints a Masterpiece on my lips
The revealing art of expression that elevates
The life giving elixir that simmers
They trouble me not, don’t take it away
Let it burn in my heart, mind and soul rather than in the kilns.
The embers of passion left remind
One day would give rise to *Unconditional Love* Unwind
To it *We* would be the Exemplars
Just like to you, how the ‘Veiled Reference’ makes sense
Disclaimer : This poem is purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons who are living or dead is purely Coincidental.