Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Opaque Prose - 2

There was no Story.
And no silver lining at the edge of core.
From the window of my small hut,
What I saw was a perfect delusion.
Not all stories have happy end,
And not all beats are melodious.
There was no Story.
Standing on my trembling feet at the base,
I dreamt about the palace on the mountain top.
Not all journeys take you till destination.
There was no Story.
With my torn out limbs,
I tried to catch waxing moon.
Not all skies accommodate the restless soul.
There was no Story.
Indeed there was no story.
On the lonely long road of return,
The pinching truth was spread all over.
That there was never a Story…………
...............Vikrant Deshmukh