Until The Many Again Becomes One… Poem by HIMANSHU UPADHYAY

A thought put on paper,
A stone put on heart;
Some memories lingering around,
Of those who’re apart.

A desire to live,
Though a desert full of sand;
Though darkness with just some light,
But with one sky that has no end.

A road never traveled,
A feeling never told;
Young at heart and soul,
But with age that is old.

A ship still sailing,
“Ready to sink,
Or, reach to the bank? ”
- Is what is to think!

A pungent clumsiness,
A tree with hazel leaves;
An untouched emotion,
An end for all our grieves

Attainment of the second stage,
And, an unharmed success;
Availing welcome from the other world,
Liberation from all of our stress!

A reward for all our deeds,
All that we’ve ever desired;
An espousal of family and friends,
We wish we had acquired.

A strange and secretive fear,
An enforced pursuit for something mysterious;
Living the last moments in gaze,
While others waiting to take their onus.

An unsolved enigma,
A masked face of sympathy;
Eyes screaming silently,
A soul suffering apathy!

Scanning entIRELY
some banned expressions;
Some falsified promises,
And, some broken restrictions!

A sharp sword of negligence,
On our uninvited arrival,
To festive occasions;
“We are oldies”, as they say.




But, like Kabir has identified,
That, we all have been MANY from ONE;
And that, we all shall continue to live,
Until the MANY again becomes ONE…