The sky brightens,
And river weeps,
The feud of intellect,
Drips down,
...
The unceasing wind,
Blows dust in the eyes,
The tornado,
Leaving the life,
...
On the hill,
Above the valley,
In the nights of wonder,
With stars glowing,
...
Missing the clock,
The clouds burst again,
With the failure,
Laid in front,
...
Sometimes,
As it may happen,
The water freezes,
The glacier melts,
...
Subdued along,
The conscience speaks,
Tucks in,
With foolish basis,
...
I am Vikrant Jog. With the name Vikrant I have written poems too on this site. This name Division Bell features collection of poetry which are related with a single topic. The Division Bell focuses mostly on the topics of misunderstandings and duality of mind.)
The Magical Myth…
An entangled hymn,
Well on…
Wander the desert,
With the blackened sun,
Exhausted,
Sweaty,
Rattle snakes,
Afraid…
Drunken monk,
Solved the mystery,
A deep meditation,
Ruptured down the spine,
Filled the heart,
Faded the darkness,
Drifting down the holy sands,
The companion,
The guide,
The Ra,
Resourceful,
Efforts,
Brave…
Swam across the oasis…