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with the shrinking moon
and the dim stars
thus do my moments pass
one by one
crawling circles of destiny
tug at the loneliness
within and without
like a gargantuan octopus
spreading its tentacles
and closing in on me.
I have abandoned the tavern
and the vagabond whores
long to ensnare me
but inert I am
to what Omar Khayyam
my poet friend of yore
described as merriment
I am more absorbed in trying
to seek an end to what he called:
"this sorry scheme of things entire".
The drudgery of modern pleasures
makes me ponder and mull
on what makes all this go on
seemingly without an end.
Shazi*, my best human friend
and my beloved rare woman
Are in faraway lands
busy in completing
the routine of mundane existence
working and toiling
eating and enjoying
cajoling their tired bodies
and frazzled beings
and whiling away time

socialising or writing their heartaches

In poetic lapses of the soul's reclusive ability.
Is this the only purpose
of Adam and Eve's progeny?
Eating, drinking and being merry?
Where are the lofty ideals
for which prophets and sages
abandoned the ordinary
and left palaces for caves?
Is procreation the only goal
of giving something to this world?
I shout out loud and louder
seeking an answer
but a deafening silence mocks me
and the defiant darkness
breathes not a sigh of solace.
What to do
O you sensitive heart of mine?
What to do?
The jocundity of hollow tunes
Is not for me
and the web of time
cannot trap me
even though it lurks stealthily
to devour me.
I am very much conscious
of the dangers around me.
I am keen and alert
poised and ready to defeat
the hidden pitfalls
in which many of my kind fall.
I look before I leap
as my purpose of life is higher
than the seventh sky.
I know I must win
And win I shall
Because God is with me
And winning my destiny.
Grief and sorrow
caused by shallow people
do their best to vanquish me.
But wallowing in self pity and disgrace
Is simply not my style
of completing my sojourn
in this planet
where humans love to be monsters.
Making Pokemons* and Godzillas*
And wealthy morons wasting their wealth
In excavating the remains of dinosaurs.
How I must be living and surviving
Can my friend and beloved reach out
and succeed in convincing me?
For how long must I sit at nightfall
And vent my feelings in soliloquies?