Soul's Bay of Bliss
In the deluge of the surging river
of the stifling agony devastating,
I feel my senses sink deep within
with my essence once ebullient.
As from the eroded bank of existence
I see my time disappear in the wreckage,
I hear the distant bell toll relentless,
wafting faintly in the air for me.
And then the music of life silenced
in the broken violin I lose in an instant,
gets submerged in the serene murmur
of the sonorous stream of solitude.
As the tumultuous tides of time
search for their course to the eternity,
in the gleam of the fading twilight
I breathe the air of desolation.
I hear it whisper the swan song
in my ears on the passing,
resonating with the penultimate rhythm
of my soulful melody of susurration.
The slices of hope not yet crumbled,
I’ll raise from the desolate wasteland debris,
travel inward with meditated resolve
and reach the soul’s bay of bliss.
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November 20, 2021
Contest : Soul
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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