A Dream Passing; A Haunt - Poem by Deb Panda
A dream; down the silky meadows-
Haunts; barges into the unruly thought;
In gentle steps; upon the shady staircase,
Flaunt these glee; arc of an unruly plot!
Circumvent! Ask for the standing poll-
In timeless wisdom, he finds to heaven;
Steps in crystal prints, cemented walk;
To vie for the glance; heart throbs to pain!
And circumscribe, eyes with fading charms-
For your name is yours; Virtue I don’t
Dare to dream; beyond my frail glasses-
Brief, values lost to gritty past.
Beads of holiness, stream is mine-
Swirl all wind-ups; into this depth-
To find- where can I lose my vision;
For those reliant horizon, out of faith!
“Shun all Fear”- Least is mine;
For mine is the fountain; Pious, Pure!
Of all worlds; discover to miracle-
To rest all hopes, I can’t rely to be sure!
Dump this dampened spirit of millions
Soul; shook for the mortal perishes-
To hide from the blazing fire,
World can, from its crest of worries!
Turn those lids; with heft lords must be
Wrong –for the trodden guilt, yet-
In fifth eyes; casts the blithe soar,
Of pain, of quest- pivots of my thrust!
And, look back In anger, If I could;
Float with the waving clouds high above-
My ideas in hapless shackles to stand
Alone; mine is the family in groove.
Trust! For this being is the bondage; I lie-
To spurn mediocrity; dispel yours –within-
My mortal frame; longing to truth; my soul meet -
Truce - be the entity Mine; of blissful wane!
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