Tomorrow is gone, leaving in its wake,
The faggots of the days of yore.
Life died when the moon was looking away,
And the sun was smiling elsewhere;
Somewhere where there was bliss.
She drifted upstream with my spirit,
Leaving me on the stony shores of our unblemished love.
And I inundated her affection for me
In the murkiness of the first monsoon.
Time stopped; the pain was eternal.
My heart has caught a fever,
And the skies are overcast
With the parodies of my lived life,
Of single-blessedness and delusional attachments.
I�m a travel-stained wayfarer
Sauntering the womb of time
And savouring the sweet silence if the netherworld
With pain in the arid hinterlands of my soul,
The transient pain of forgotten memories.
I will revel in the now,
Where the ghosts of yesteryears do not abide.
I�m a soldier trodding the on the lawns of history
Yearning to touch the youthfulness of the hereafter.
Day will come!
As inevitable as the rains into the harmattan
And I�ll alay my fears into the bosom of yesterday
To live, to laugh and to love again.
