Nebulous Horizon

Nebulous Horizon In the earthly journey of human life Each and every soul at some point of time Is confronted with a turbulent strife When one`s life is scorched by a sizzling shine When clouds from the nebulous horizon Spread veils of uncertainty on the mind, Dim the view, allow not to eye beyond And render one`s future hazy to find; No less than four times, the harsh hands of fate Have hurled me in the clutches of Hades When nebulous swirls of dust did create All around me a dark and gloomy shade Quite like a murky, misty moonless night, Let alone a nebulous horizon Which was far beyond the reach of my sight, Limited to an intensive care zone. The flame of faith each time dispelled the haze In my adjacent surround, by degrees, But my life scope, still screened with a dark maze And twirling like a whirlwind in fury, Offered no view of my distant future, No stance which direction my life could take, No hint of what goals I could still nurture. No inkling whether my soul was at stake. The clouds of dust and mist on the skyline Slowly overwhelmed all my cherished dreams Propelled my relished goals to the sideline, With my voice just emitting silent screams With life exuding a sulphurous taste The whole bodily self aching with pains, But the spirit disposed hurdles to face And the soul shining some strength to regain. On hindsight, a nebulous horizon Is now to me of no real avail: Oft on surgical desks, for hours, frozen, With the breath anytime likely to fail, I`ve eyed life hanging on a piece of thread, Sustained by faith and trust in the divine, Without the slightest grain of awful dread But with the face lit with a gentle shine.