A Naïve Old Man
Between the battle of noise and silence, melody lost it’s all, Hope is for the naïve, while despair is reserved for all, Breathing and having dilutes the meaning of living, While everyone is intoxicated in the fairy’s thrall. Look around and it seems that life is embroidered on the fabric of lies, Void of everything that is, making the prison of our own devise. Mirth becomes the only shelter for all the haunted souls, Humane stands in the corner crying while time flies. The colors of a setting sun are not in the sky anymore, The stars that were once are all covered in haze, Blinding greed has put the scale back on Adam’s eyes, While we all carried beauty to the shore and set it ablaze. Making a friend and making a foe while we can, Abysmal and glorified living that we span, Between this incoherent motion of all that is, I stand still and chuckle like a Naïve Old Man. Dhrubjyoti