DANISH BHAT

Danish Bhat Life moves and moves till it falls  Falls with the fall  And the winter calls With the flip of pages, the years go  The years go with the flow Like the sip and spill of coffee, And the pages colour brown and crisp The pages flip and the ears curl Like swirled birch leaves,  Golden and fragile And the agile readers come and go, They judge, they throw and sow  The seeds of their twisted opinions  And mark the pages blue and black With the new dawn, a new page,  The new dreams set in Winters go and springs begin  Brings the foliage and flowers, The sunshine and showers Till the new page turns and fall befalls  And life moves and moves till it falls

  You remain the last remnant  of my forsaken dreams I see them strangled  within the echo of my screams Your thoughts left in the pot  of my parched hopes, Gropes in dark for the arrows  lost in arched strings  Colours that sparked a spark  to lit my flaring flame Blame and shame you  with a shade of dark and grey  You say you remain my straw  in the stormy waters But the whorl offers sucking swirl  to drown me down The random drops of blood  like pearl on the sand  Dry up like my enduring tears  on stony stoic face I leave you were you left me  in the stormy desert Where I revert to specks of dust  under the sand dunes Lying buried to watch you  beating your chest alone For what you have sown  to what you moan!

 When I die  when my coffin  is being taken out  you must never think  i am missing this world  don’t shed any tears  don’t lament or  feel sorry  i’m not falling  into a monster’s abyss  when you see  my corpse is being carried  don’t cry for my leaving  i’m not leaving  i’m arriving at eternal love  when you leave me  in the grave  don’t say goodbye  remember a grave is  only a curtain  for the paradise behind  you’ll only see me  descending into a grave  now watch me rise  how can there be an end  when the sun sets or  the moon goes down  it looks like the end  it seems like a sunset  but in reality it is a dawn  when the grave locks you up  that is when your soul is freed  have you ever seen  a seed fallen to earth  not rise with a new life  why should you doubt the rise  of a seed named human  h...