Beyondness – Dinesh Sairam, Tamilnadu

0
566

5321168684_0245821f5b_zOften times I tread along the ridges
Straying and wandering in disdain.

I see the strangling paths,
The edge blades of downfall,
Streams or creeks in torque ripples,
Distant mountains in seeping smokes,
The crimson sun of burning divine,
Stringent coldness of winters wrath.

And further – I see the long horizon,
Ever staying away in whispers distance,
Engulfing the ways in numberless time,
And all those running towards the end,
On to the misconception of boundaries,
Never knowing the fathoms of infinity.

I just stand at this abandoned path,
Trying to see beyond the beyondness

LEAVE A REPLY

*