By Apurva Singh
Muse to my “Paradise Lost”
What shall be my epic without your songs
Of the wrath and the glory
Those glistering pair of eyes
Paving my way out of the dark concealment,
vanquished souls and splintered pieces.
Here I lie,
Forever incarcerated.
Now that I feel the roots changing,
No star shines right
The Universe I begged hard enough, is no longer mine.
To this moon, you were the sun
To the land of nowhere shall I carry my darkness now
Where the landscape fades in the bold mist.
I shall grow by the pain I eat and the tears I drink
I shall grow by the ruthless grounds of the obscure land
Distant from glories of the ambitionless.
As a hope that lives, I’ll come to meet you again
Under the same sky, pierced by the trees
Where the flora grins and the air not still
Till then, I lie incarcerated.
By Apurva Singh