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The Tunnel Of Time
Mystified in the labyrinth of time,
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
one doesn’t discern in the psychic space
what in the nebulous abstract notion
the rationale of living the moments,
people of speculative perception
define as the articulate art of living,
sensed in the free-will sunshine
within the sanctuary of seraphic oasis.
The survival struggle thrusts
the languished life into abysmal warren,
breaking intrepidly the fading frame
of the fleeting future configured in fragile time,
the shards are thrown
in the debris of dismal denunciation,
unable to rise from the chasm,
even if arduously attempted ad infinitum.
Failing to invent the mirage of escape,
the flicker of hope remains unkindled
to light up the obscure forward end
of the dark tunnel of tormenting time,
but self-preserving retrospective instinct,
lingering in the contrived confine of the past,
flashes in the corridor of memory,
motivates to move desperately
to the fated fantasy of the future.
The sordid present time smothers senseless
in the nightmare ambiance of anguish,
metamorphosing the listless life of vacuity
into a consumed candle in the timeless dark night.
As the demeaned essence of extinguished existence
is denied the reviving rays of the rising sun,
convoluted conscience stimulates the soul
to get suffused with the radiant ethos of eternity,
travel in the tunnel of time.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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