To God. Poem by Durlabh Singh

Riding high on beats of the dark
Rising in icy wilderness of aloof
Our agonies will find thee hiding
In deep crevices censored of heart.

Sole generator of being
Fountain head of verity
An involute intelligence
A seeded action warm
A crossed despondency
Perhaps a recovery
Driven in some sultry calm.

The nearer stridings
In our approach
The farther is your flight
Compositions in contortions
In sustained blighted nights.

To keep our reveries
In tears stained salined
Burning incandescent
Within some fire divined.

Amid tortures of mortality
Our recollections in must
A trajectory of the visions
For some taste of the life
Beyond shadows in the dust.