Life is snailing at times
Or is it fleeting to the edge?
I know for certain
Death will not wait
For it is locked in bruises.
But how can I seek eternity
As I am often fed up with the experience
I skip for myself
Stinking pubs and buzzing prayer halls
And learn about the zero gravity of both
As the guffaws of the customers over reach
The habitats of all on the pavements.
But how can you deny them all an exit
That is as silent as that of an unknown star?
'Her touch was not real', a lover told me
I looked into his eyes for a while
He thought the Earth was collapsing
But it was spinning with a trillion souls
Lost in lust, seduction and betrayal
He did not know that and he will never
I can still see moisture on his forehead.
My teacher used to say
'Don't climb to the peak when snow is melting'.
He seems to be right
Barriers are being removed
When a caravan is seen going across a desert
How can I know its direction at all?
Everywhere it is sand dunes and heat.
Snailing or fleeting this has to see the edge
Beyond which the valley of nothingness spreads
Unto times immortal.....
Let myself sit alone and think over
Things past, past alone
And laugh like a thunder
That is often reverberated in the ears of a loner god.
M.D Dinesh Nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snailing-or-fleeting/
