free-dome

In lonely walks and club house jives,

At office desks and sunny park dives,

We never stop nor hit a pause,

Continually think to weave our thoughts.

In the strangest sight and darkest hour,

All knit and stacked aside.

The slightest pain with shadowy joys,

Foolishly they play, yet together they lay.

With sudden twists, brings new  hope,

the twinkling eyes reveal your mind.

We choose to wind or with heads down and grind,

triggers a life with the past behind.

In many a thoughts, we let it astray,

twinging paths and numerous days,

An illusion that is time, allures the way,

For this freedom we lived, someone have had to pay.

the bout

If I pass by this tunnel of sorrow,
would I see the gleam of hope? 
If you bought me anew life tomorrow,
could I then live so hollow?
For I was once a king too proud,
with knees afar from the ground,
but oh life you came so strong,
the earth never felt this bound.

Come rise my blood and pump those veins,
for I would then live again.
You know somehow that I shall win,
through courage of the lost king.
For I was born to live the dream,
and no one, not life, can stop that will.
The will to rise, the will to rule,
the will so strong, that life would kneel.
For I can see and I can do,
which makes all things, that is you. 


                                         - 12/04 subharthi