I tried new things
but the carcass of the old things
took up too
If I ever
If I ever wonder within the realms of fantasy,
the sombreness of your voice
will beckon me back to reality.
If I ever get lost in the sheets of disillusionment,
the gentleness of your touch
will waken sleeping hope.
If I ever roam around helplessly in the endless maze
of life’s predicaments, the exuberance
of your smile will brighten the dark road;
guiding me back home.
But if I ever forget you:
let the unsung hymn that you kindle in
the depths of your bosom
sing loudly to my silence.
-being blinded by reality-
-spurned by fantasy-
will grope onto each
rhythm-less and clumsy note and
find my way back.
Shiksha is a South African of Indian descent. She uses…
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