Saturday, May 2, 2009

Twilight days

I see frail faces
decrepit, delicate and feeble
ravaged by the blades of time
They stand, patient and stable

Thousands of sunshine, they tasted
seen a zillion twilight haze
Now they ruminate over an aging life
And soak themselves in morning blaze

They drag their feet to move
each step closer to the end
They wait to mingle in the dust
As time conspires and pretend

Some of them lived their lives
while some lives lived them
But it all seems a vicious circle
equalised by mortality in the end

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humanobserver said...

Nice :):)

Little Girl Lost said...

Some of them lived their lives while some lives lived them

Khub shundor laglo. specially those lines...
it somehow reminded me of van gogh's Potato Eaters.

and why have you stopped reading me? not happy.

coffeeismypoison said...

old people...can't help but feel bad for them. its like theyre just...biding their time here.

Preetilata【ツ】 said...

last stanza- ashadharon

atanu nath said...

...a tale of thousand Sisyphus...!! an image of the whole human race... how beautiful and how organized everything is... how "meaningful" it appears... still we are nothing but "Sisyphus" !!!