by Atul Chandra Sarkar
I stand and look back,
It's all dark behind me,
Glow-worms of memory glimmer,
Eluding my disheartening grasp,
Making a pessimist of me;
Each bygone year shines out
Like a milestone beside the road,
Spilling my age;
The mirror reflects my gray,
I huddle on my knees musing
On my sun-kissed mellowness;
Am I really old now?
Am I not a toddler
In terms of interminable Eternity?
And each year a stepping stone
Towards the vast expanse of nothingness.
I stand atop the precipice and peer
Into the uncertain darkness of future;
I have to go deep into that darkness,
Through confounding zig-zag ways,
Deeper, deeper into the tunnel,
Fancying what's on the other side:
Light or no light,
Darkness or twilight,
Ready to face what may come,
Struggling, combating, compromising,
Till death defeats,
And life retreats,
Somewhere in a corner of the Universe,
Where even my dearest cannot find me.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated November 15, 2014