A Twilight Of Larger Dimensions
What is happening to this world of odds?
by M.D Dinesh Nair
Ideas are no longer my candles
And my nights have grown longer like the Caribbean wail
Days are no more those happening hours
They are filled with a century of woes!
The carnage of the faith-workers in Pakistan
The molestation of young babies in India
The squeal of the tortured peace crusaders in Syria!
And the faces of famished Somalian kids all
Flash across my eyes and reverberate in my ears....
When it is night
The molten sun surrenders his crown of light
And puts on now the cap of darkness
One by one the stars too begin to die
The moon has already begun to sob from her dark chamber.
When it is day
I want a sunlit corner to sit on
Why does the sun itself come down?
I want to see n the bright sky of hopes.
Why does the sky flare up for ever?
I too want to wake up clutching the dreams
In no deluge of tears like you all.
Nights have begun to taste salty and then bitter and
As the sweetness of the day is gone
I look forward to a twilight of unconsciousness.
Give me a soft bed to lie on, I ask
I don't want to lose tonight`s miracle
And when I just look around my abode of expectations
A hundred poets I see longing to dream about
A twilight of larger dimensions.....