Where do you go to when the water
rises...
Whom do you go to in the storm?
When everything is falling
apart...
And there is no one you can rely on for
plain understanding.
Where do you go to in trouble....
In moments when the worst drags you down,
And there's not a flicker of light in the dim-lit
dungeon,
The deepest pits of despair and gloom.
Look around and you will see the rest of
the world,
Carry on with their chores with no inkling
of the searing pain within
All walk with their eyes open but look
nowhere,
A straight blank stare never replaced with
emotion.
Dig deeper still and you will find, each
entrapped in their misery,
Screaming amid the din and cackle of
jingles and political trivia
Until the lamp of their spirits blowout
Leaving behind an apology for a life.
Searching for meaning in this existence,
The roads lead from dead-end to dead-end...
Finally, the last lap announces itself,
You pretend you are caught by surprise...
“Not me, please, not me!”
Day after day, looking at empty faces,
It seems futile to think that things will
change,
At least it seems that way.... at first, then one simply
Prepares for the final parting.
One last look is all it takes...
Just one, to actually see the beauty in
mundane things
And see heaven’s hand amidst the pollution
and perversion,
The crass contrast of human and divine
creation.
We are lost in the concrete jungle with no
directions
To show us that someone has been this way
before,
We keep steps here and there to suit our
whims or logic,
Without an inkling of what it will cost us
or where it will take us.
The memory of the beauty lingers,
Spreading delight within the heart,
A burst of energy rushes through the worn
out body
And gives it life again.
