The Pain... Resides In Prison Of Jail... Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

In tranquil silence of dark corner,
Sitting recluse is He,
The body in custody of rusty chain
Hues of skin strive to peep,
Through long murky mane…
Crawling blood resting pause,
O’er black stone floor,
Lamenting the soul in disgust
For a day more! For a day more!
In Grail of Hell,
Alone in remorse emotes
Unbearable pang in warmth of vein,
Cry! Laugh! Shout!
Loud! Loud! And Loud! ! !
Deaf is We to conceive them;
These mute yell,
The Pain… resides in prison of jail!

Bathing the eyes profuse,
The vision is fade,
Perennial tears o’er rugged cheeks
The morrow is dead…
In regret,
Heels of cracked feet drag on stone-brick,
Awaited words are impatient
To narrate its tale…
The murals of close and beloved
On walls of heart;
Is dull, fade and pale…
These suffocation, behind bars
The pain… Resides in prison of jail…

The mellows of past
Blew in dust of times,
The present is swallowed
By sin of crimes,
In grief of deeds
The palms are wet,
In storm of destiny
The phases of future sailing
On boat of death…
Far on moors of piquant vale,
These breathing skeletons,
The pain… Resides in prison of jail…

The cage of mortal wall restricts
The beams of Bliss,
Inside bars of suffering scars
Holy scarlet feet writs;
Beholding hymns of chapped chanting lips
Helpless to cure,
The Holy shadow weeps…
The time has paused in wrecked clock,
The days of month of endless years
Disguise in decades
On arms of cold blocks,
The dreams have perished in dunes of hail,
This muteness of beating hearts
In resident of death
The pain… Resides in prison of jail…

Weary body sleeping o’er bed of thorns,
Recalls the day;
He breathe, he born
The air is mourn
Starving stomach begging,
A corn! Acorn!
Today,
The sound of life is quite in silence,
Yore,
So long had he heard herds
Today,
Impatience ears eager to conceive,
Crowded melody of lyric perching birds;
The night is day,
The dark is ray,
Oculus searches holes on murals
A desired beam of sun-ray…
In fleeting seconds of life,
The hope frails
These suns of dusk
The pain… Resides in prison of jail…