Abashed……..

Of all my compostions I really can't trace that why i wrote the following poem.......it was some years ago that i came up with this......call it queer, peculiar, whatever!!! for me perhaps it was a vent of emotions!

On the road of silence,

There are experiences so fierce.

I wish to recompose

The things for which my heart cries

My sins were pride, lust, arrogance,

 My punishment is ignorance,

Yes, I am now ignorant;

As a child who is a new entrant,

In this world of paradoxes,

In a deluge of nothingness,

From a forest of everything,

To a desert of absolutely nothing,

From the zenith of eternal ‘have been’,

To the nadir of everlasting ‘had been’