I inch closer to oblivion
Like the sun.
Now over head,
Then kissing horizon;
The brightest of 'em all
Yet destined to set
I embrace impending time
Without bidding adieu
Those many fold memories
Joys, tears, learnings alike
Clutching gray, surrendering youth
Bound to live such inscrutable truth.
Quite a philosophical one Anupam!
ReplyDeletethe helplessness of watching days go by, the choiceless forsaking of carefreeness, submission to serious ways of life, there's barely anything we can do about it .
Deletethanks for reading Jayashree
Yes, we are all predestined to live with such inscrutable truth!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to read you again!
ReplyDeletewow nyc ........gr8 composition
ReplyDelete" Bound to live such inscrutable truth .." oh wow
ReplyDelete"the brightest of them all, yet destined to set..." when you are rich with experience its time to go.Poignant :)
ReplyDeleteVery true life the inscrutable truth :( But life's good. Always!
ReplyDeleteI guess everybody gets older, but that is only by age and not mind.
ReplyDeleteYup quite a philosophical poem....a nice musing....a nice poem
ReplyDeleteIn a pensive mood?But very well expressed.
ReplyDeleteHere is my answer through this link
http://jeeteraho.blogspot.com/2013/02/me-and-my-destiny.html
times never stop .. call it age .. mortals we,helpless yet have reasons all to be happy till the time we are !!
ReplyDeleteWonderful !!
Really nice .....
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