Echoes in the dark…

A lifetime of echoing scratches, long have i walked by.
Grinding the grit under my feet, yet the sack half empty.
Even those maples grew so tall, but not my graph much sought about.
I crossed those murky rivers deep down to my neck…
Looking for that glittery stone which everyone talked about.
Long have i suffered the wrath of the circling hands…long have i lost my serenity.
Darning those high peaks where clouds rest in peace,
The melancholy song of the nightingale in starry nights…
Let me now make my abode in the shades of the night
Let me now live in peace that my burning heart has longed for….
Leave me now, leave my thoughts, for I have now drowned in my satire.
Leave me now…..leave me now
” AMIT BHAT”.

5 thoughts on “Echoes in the dark…

  1. Melancholic yet beautiful!

    “A lifetime of echoing scratches, long have i walked by.
    Grinding the grit under my feet, yet the sack half empty.”

    Such heartfelt opening lines.

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