Reversed Moments
None knows what signaled him
Deep down the rim
To get down from the train
As if gone insane
All on a sudden
Much before the destination
Amidst thunderstorm and torrential rain
Ripping off the existence
Trifling with fear, sadness, guilt
Ignoring the defenses inbuilt
Shutting the books, the gladiolus,
Avoiding the blue with white cumulus
Stuffing all poems in the wardrobe
In love with the neural microbes
Leaving his moon scattered on his table
All unredeemable
He softly alighted and went to the ocean
Found the setting sun
Whispering the last emotions
That called him passionately
He exchanged murmur with the distant surge
To be at large
In that vastness of ecstasy
Haunted by the same fantasy
Of peace
Of the need to cease
Of a tumultuous release
And the glorious peace
The bird whispered the ultimate words
Into his intense ears
Why live in the herds
Go on
The mist is gone
The restless soul went ahead
Toward the endless
The setting darkness was looking in pleasure
At the light’s last signature
When all on a sudden
He heard someone
Saying in focused voice
Of his son’s choice
By which he had sacrificed
His life for his nation
And his wife’s decision thereupon
To commit suicide
Goaded by the emptiness inside
He was all ears
Confirmed he really had heard
Those potential words
And the mist returned
He felt a little beautifully concerned
And swam back to the shore
Borrowing from the endless store
And went back
Towards the reversed moments
In quest of another key to the door
That seldom stops calling
Into cozy warmth of redirected thoughts
From nought
To another unknown plot.
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2015
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