The Promised Land Poem by RAJESH.C BOSE

Tempting is the urge
But the steps are hidden
Hidden behind the snow flakes of time
Misty yet mysterious
Like a riddle it is
Tightly wrapped in time

Tempting is the sight
In the valley over there
No one ever stepped into
That valley of glorious beauty
So tempting is my passion
Stepping into that unvisited paradise

Tempting is my longing
To be there and dancing
Dancing to the tune of the lines
Lines yet to be penned in bliss

Tempting is to see my old pals
Old pals but they look fairly young now
All are looking at me and smiling
Smiles brimming with innocence.

Tempting is the invitation
And I do tread down
The steps are slithery yet promising
Promise of a paradise regained.

My feet are lifeless now
Yet I step down into the valley
Into the valley of my lost paradise
Oh! Who is running down there!
My soul is running down
While my flesh is slithering over the flakes.

Each step blesses me with fragrance
Fragrance that has been denied to mortals so far.
I saw faces that were dear to me
But their misty eyes fail them to catch me.
Though close they are to me.


No, none is here
Though I'm here at last
Everything I saw is unreal
And, again I'm betrayed!

No young faces
Hardly can I see the fresh smiles I expected
All are puppet like
No, they really are!

No fragrance, nothing
Nothing tempting
Is it a hallucination or an illusion?

I want to flee away from this eerie silence
Silence that tempted me a short while ago
The whole valley is a theatre
A theatre on which puppet show is going on

I'm frightened.
My soul already ran away from me
It betrayed me
Was it a conspiracy with time?
To make me another puppet
To act in the ever going show over here….