While Fight Is Lost Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

As life runs on rails of time,
I see the world receding back,
Its distance from me increasing fast;
Frames of scenes I lived then
Come to eyes in nostalgic strains
And I delve deep to forgotten past.

Is it sweet or bitter, I can’t say,
Is it hell or heaven, can’t decide,
But it is life alive beyond time’s frames;
Is it fulfillment playing vagrant,
Or breach of soul, I can’t figure,
But it is wild fire that rages my soul.

Sequence of scenes like noon light
Focus on eyes, eyes lose its shine,
Unbearable pain fills my heart and soul;
Tears fill eyes, but refuse to spill
And recede to soul for some warmth,
And I smile for all ironies life brought.

I know not ever I return there,
Partake in scenes I recede to,
How cruel life is if the breach turns decisive!
Time like space moves in orbit,
I hope a day rails take me back
And past meets future and sprouts future.

I know, past scenes are framed now,
Past always finds balance somehow,
Life recovers all peace that it lost in the past;
Though burrowed deep in pains and grief,
The hole past found is its home now,
And life slowly sprouts with fresh green shoots.

I wonder should I backtrack there
And stir again pains of the past
And block the life from shooting to heights;
What is lost in past is lost forever,
I reaching back now serves no goal
Like belated justice court of law delivers.

I’m old, descending from top,
No way I add and enrich now,
An unwelcome burden around the neck;
While tears of years subsided grief,
How I pester the healing wound
And draw back to riddles we can’t resolve?

If I’m true, my soul is true,
I leave the past to heal by itself
And help relegate me to deep oblivion;
As the life runs on rails of time,
I let the world to recede far back
And times heal wounds, invest new life.

Time is ripe for compromise now,
Wraps of years dried our tears,
And enforced distance fully unwinded us;
While strip is hot, best to strike
And bring all peace, bits of joy,
And leave her alone to recoure on her own.

It is deep pain to part this way,
But worth if it gives her true peace,
And stalls her agony of endless wild flow;
While fight is lost, no hope ahead,
Stepping back to bring her comfort,
What I yearn for, do with all my might.