Quintessential life
Between hasted day and wasted night,
That neverending stare of twilight,
Bodies still breathing and no soul to fight,
Hope of survival but not of light.
Paths mettled with deserted dreams,
Of forgotten sights and muffled screams,
All that appears, but not what it seems,
Desires torn, edges worn to unsteachble seams,
Ah Love! could thou and I with fate conspire,
To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits -- and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Dhrubjyoti
That neverending stare of twilight,
Bodies still breathing and no soul to fight,
Hope of survival but not of light.
Paths mettled with deserted dreams,
Of forgotten sights and muffled screams,
All that appears, but not what it seems,
Desires torn, edges worn to unsteachble seams,
Ah Love! could thou and I with fate conspire,
To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits -- and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Dhrubjyoti
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Good one ;)