Shekhar Dahal
The day was long
And the staring eyes were cold
“Hold on! All this is supposed to end soon”
The sound of the wild summer rain hitting the tin roof
Barred her sobbing from reaching my ears
“Bear with me a little longer,
For I’ve been lost for far too long
and I’m yet to be found”
Fast paced life, simpleton musings
Jovial smiles, empathetic tears
They are all the same
when lame excuses and icy-cold lies become the way of life
The only difference is the amount of guilt felt
Come around and commemorate
Our love with your arms wide open
But before you embrace me,
embrace the unspoken blasphemy and unresolved fears
“What is the right of man?”
You asked me once while I was devilishly basking
in your spiraling doubts
Right is not a candle held in the dark
it hangs in the balance of
what is given and how much is taken
Robbed by greed and intellect
And those who are bereft of thoughts
will not feel free until they realize
But how do they realize?
They don’t
Another pack of wolves (slow in the making)
rises and merges with yet another bunch of crooked intellects
Revolution in the making? Hah!
Let’s talk about you for the remaining lines, my dear
You know everything—
The beginning and the inevitable end
But why do you still widen your eyes in fear?
Why do you lock yourself in an empty room
and indulge in prayers?
I’ve seen you deprive everyone of everything you claim as yours.
What are you still so scared of losing?
Don’t say it’s you,
your mortal self and your bound-to-decay body
If so, my dear, I fear I’ve got to let you go,
for you are on the path to becoming one of those—
Those who endure sickness and falsify joy
just to grasp the gleam of self-inflicted desire
Oh, how pathetic I find them to be!
And if your path leads you to them,
I shall give away the feeling
I’ve learned to share with you
Those glittering silver tears
shall not bother or scare me
If you choose to be a part of them, my dear
How can I choose you to be a part of my love?
