Praveen Kumar in Simply Yours
14. While Time Comes Right - Poem by Praveen Kumar in Simply Yours
Years rolled in endless cycles,
Hopes and dreams rolled to the past,
Endless pains stilled deeper in soul
And tears dried up in hapless heart;
Uninvited worlds taunted and gone,
But I untiringly wait in futile watch
And drag myself on time’s path.
How far it was, yet how near it is,
Time distances not while pain is true
And I truly smell and feel it all;
Though burned alive, I lived long,
What fell out, I know not where gone,
What yet lives but continues to burn
By bygone memories on tears’ pond.
Nothing is lost in cosmic scheme,
Neither you nor I can lose each other;
Day and night along the time’s cycles,
I watched awake to find your trace;
Alas, time raced, years rolled in scores,
But, nowhere had I traced my lost soul;
Now, eyes go dim, bright flames go dull.
Oft I feel, at arm’s length you are,
Though reach a while, elusive as ever,
You tear out of my world, jump to horizons;
I played your games while blood was hot;
Now tired to the core, a burnt out flame,
No more can I rise from my fallen pit
And cry; bitterly cry for my fallen state.
Long was my life, full of pains,
Though you filled its length, breadth and width;
You were its depth; you were its height,
Every turn here I took on your cause;
Now dusk is on, nightly gloom is ahead
And I prepare for what lies in wait,
Alas, without you, in spite of all watch.
I know, you know not what befell me,
I know, you lost path in cosmic labyrinth;
Past was ruinous, mere dead-end is ahead,
Should all my grief end in this kind?
Yet, a distant glimmer deep in my heart
Distinctly whispers that all is not lost,
Everything will be right while time comes right.
Dawn is on and horizons are alight
And refreshing rays spread far and wide;
Golden glints do play hide and seek,
But the spread of light is longer by hour;
I know it is day, mid-day is not far;
But fears and struggles of endless years
Haunt from within and I shrink in fears.
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