The Road Forsaken
There’s no going back
To the road not taken.
You leave it like the world
That at death is left for ever.
Like dead leaves of a tree
Regrets continue to linger,
And are dragged along
As you walk on all alone
Till the road leads nowhere
And lonely you’re at its end.
Once the road not taken
Fades into memory lane
It grays out in the brain
And belongs to no land.
Ghost leaves rustle there,
And sighs moan with them
On the rosary of regrets
The road not taken hangs.
The Killer at Large
This killer is deaf, dumb and blind
Invisible at all hours of day and night
Your senses are of no real use
If you’re to face him without choice,
You go deaf, dumb and blind too
When pinned down with its spikes.
Like a ghost he casts no shadow
And comes at you out of the blue;
Before you can guess or presume
He lays you flat on the ground.
Death slowly ruminates on life and time
Like a beast in midday meditation.
Life would go along a separate path
If the path did not lie across its fate.
But our biology has a fatal urge
Compelling life towards its ultimate.
It shapes up as pangs of hunger
And drives victims out of home
And slowly herd them into its snare.
You blindly go to death to live further
Deaf, dumb and blind you both are.