Life

Life

Gurdip Singh

Small as shinning fish
it gave me a slip

I tried to catch it many times
but every time it slipped
I had to face the setting sun
all in gloom and despair

The defeat was writ everywhere

On the face of setting sun

Slowly dipping its tip

In the troubled water

Its dim light vainly tries

to lift few clouds

and

carry them along
on the moon
on the stars

I walked past the trees

All alone
my shadow
that I dropped having carefully folded

And left it on the bench
on the beach

I walked alone

My footsteps disturbed
the peace of birds
that fluttered as I walked past their
peaceful worlds.

The whole night I spent
gazing the stars
finding out
why my destiny was spelt with
so many words that mean the same
as gloom, despair,
distress and defeat.

Every sleepless night

was spent on pacifying
the dreams of desires
in the morning
I came face to face
the roaring see.
Popped up my shadow
asking me
with a smile
-Let us play fishing-fishing.

I chase the shadow
lest it should get drown
my shadow does not know
swimming.