Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 27, 2018

Tattered nights over the senses~by Ravindranath Kunnath


 

 

Tattered nights over the senses

Tattered nights over the senses,
Hide the light,
But immovable Iam…
Where was the torch bearers,immortal
Where was they..
Gushes smoke of despair on sky
Further to cheat and further to mock..
The holy letters on the compressed papers stacked among the dirt drenched papers or leaves,
I hope,now tears of bloods
May be as an offering to that tattered nights
A flower drenched in dew offered his heart and soul
But suddenly faded to become ashes
On the banks of undaunted seas,
Dry winds raised sands to hjde the deep vision

Where was that pilgrim centers
Dont look on to the maps,
An unknown small bird sings on along ,”it is there,it is there”
Drink the wine and rejoice by imagine that age old fire dance and sleep
Tattered nights still here on senses and in all
From where I get those colourfull pearls..
An avalanche seeks the light through the tattered night
It was its last wish to glow with seven colours of gratitude before its end
Tattered nights are still there
Under it lives the souls as cowards
Illuminate the soul
The tattered nights urge
“We want emanicipation…
Dont you see the hearts of us
It is tattered
It is for you..
Erace it for our world to come.

(C)Ravindranath Kunnath


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