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Each life moves with a shadow,

And each Life confirms a shadow!



Remnants of the life of the deceased

Lingered in the obituaries of the tabloid

(Souls of happiness and sorrow

Souls full of benevolence or unstoppable violence

Of kindred spirit and salubrious wit

Of unfathomable pathos

Of mothers, fathers and children

Yesterday here, today gone forever

On an odyssey of no return)



This is evening!



I sat on a sea shore

Musing on the incident of my life

Whispering the phases of my past

Of listless human vanity

And pretention of wit and wisdom

My greed to fulfil unmet wishes

Feigned  cordiality in meetings

Farewells, and pleasantries

And many unpleasant things

Fancied the life’s flight with fettered wings



What is life? I murmur

Looking at my hands and feet

Stretched in wet sand, brown and still

Coveting the intimacy of nymphs

That flicker in mind and depart

With the surge of each yelping tide



Winter covered memories with dry leaves

A cursory wind swept the foliage,

Revealing the truth of latent lives

And subliminal messages left by indelible age



With a life that persisted through the errata of obituaries

I lived in a déjà vu of warmth and laughter

Life appeared larger as the desires ascend

Till the shadows pulled their veil and said, So long!, Friend!



Evening while completing its visit,

Showing its willingness to persist,

Cast long shadows,

And fell silent



The nymphs have departed,

The flickers of desire faded

Embers quite dead and cold

The night yawned!

And I stretch a little, and sang,



"Let us walk some distance this night

The night windy cold and dark

Let us walk by some alley half-lit

And run from the moving grey shadows

Wrought by lamp-posts all the way

And let us yawn,

Looking at the lonely stars

Let’s rub our hands and shiver a bit

(Now the night is darker and colder)

Let us await rays of morning sun,

And hope for the hopes they bring."