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.
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Krishnanand Guptar
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