I took a step over the mountain, one more step took me over,
Yet there always was another mountain to climb!
I could see all the reflections in the snow, in the air
But I felt a warmth in belief, never the cold of fear!
You can see there always was a new battlefront at the horizon
but I never burnt the bridges I’ve left behind
There is so much in timeless truth and justice
Would I have built my eternity around them?
If you think I narrate my story each time I need sympathy,
I’ll tell you I don’t need sympathy, for, I even sold all my aspirations gladly
in the sacrifice of a warrior, but I never let go of my dreams!
You know mother, I felt your love, at the time of your passing
Like I did at every juncture of my timeless soul
That I should peer into the windows of the skies and see you
even if they take you out of my hold
And I have seen my loves in all their fragrance
even if they were to be fragmented like so many nations!
You know I am so antiquated and I am still growing older
How should I say there is only gold in growing bolder
even if all the children of my picturebook fantasies have grown older too(!)
When there is so much treachery, like a permanent hold-up?!
So, should I take my turn to call on true love?
There are too many sharks that occlude our close-up
Those lovely pets should I wonder that someday,
They may just come back, just as they may
If love begins and never ends
and never meets, because evil perennially has its say!
So should I feel my grief, and forget and not verbalise my sorrow
and conclude there is nothing for me, as I ask for nothing, but an empty tomorrow?!
And if you witness, it in your guilty hearts, in your soul-bereft embodiments, you treacherous ones that crimed me:
every construct of mine was brought down by evil’s landslide!
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