Cauldron Of Emptiness
The titular touch of day and night
builds the bud layer by layer,
the blossomed design of destined time
opens the petals,
the floral essence of existence
gradually unfurls
the transient beauty of life,
until the flower withers.
The wilting flower doesn’t even know
when it’s time for the call to come
in the cold night’s slashing silence
from the abyss of the gloomy ground
where it will fall
to disappear drifting
to obscurity in the tempest of time.
On life’s rough garden path
I walk the trudging moments,
steps tracing the last mile meandering
to disappear at the vanishing point.
The spectrum of the setting sun
tinges the fading fringe of time,
turning into specks of eternity,
sinking within the sated soul.
I float in the ethereal waves
in the bay of infinite bliss,
drifting to the yonder shore,
configured in the cauldron
of timeless emptiness.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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