Friday, April 9, 2010

THE TYRANNY OF LIFE

The certainty of means
Quorum not complete
Not responding to the call of the time
The uncertainty of the ends
Voice not heard
Putting the arrows together
Stable like mountains
Not knowing the future of an end
Life has it
Where the arrows will be targeted
When the bows would bow down
Why the end,
the certain end
And whom to blame
For the beginning of the end
From where the angles appear
And the miracles are crafted
And destiny is shaped
Shaped without the pulls and pushes
Without the gain or loss
But certainly it does happen.

(6th Nov 2003: Aizawl Tourist Lodge: Chatlang: Aizawl: Mizoram: 10:50 pm)