Dressings Poem by Vachaspati Dwivedi

Dressings, bitter and sweet
Sour and stale
Bright and dim
Perplexing and dazzling
Feed his table
Unawares,
He knows not
From where
For what
Till when?
He, a small guy
Waits for satiety
Being fed up
With false hopes
Endless aspirations, dreams
All false, what next
Fasting, praying
Waiting in lonely rooms
Framing pretexts
For what? He knows not.

His search for meanings
End in a labyrinth
Extending further
And further
Beyond horizons.
No Ulysses
Could claim a respite
Amid barren crags,
Unyielding efforts
For what? Till when
He knows not.
(Jan 2010)