Geetha Ravindran
Me
And my aspirations
Speculated though
Sputtering candle-wicks
That dimly burn
Would brighten with haste
Withering frustrations
Proclaim - the death for the earthly
Is inevitable…
The used up wishes
Hovering afloat
After- burners unkindly spent
The Cimmerian bleakness
Accompanies
The blank nothingness spared…
Still remains there something
Does refrain from vanishing;
May kindle itself on
Out ranking the oblivion!
The inane self whispers
What neglected be done
Dejecting the re-mimicking thoughts
Of addicted ‘perhaps’ and ‘if only’…
Yes, deep from the vastness
They do grimace
Starring light-jets
Neither any ‘perhaps’
Nor any ‘if only’.
