A DULL BOOK IN THE LIBRARY OF LIFE

 

I am……a dull book in the library of life,

Soiled pages of mirthless strife,

Like a street lantern with dirty lampshade,

Faded pages of memories buried in cascade.

Pages full of fights, struggles and rages,

Agonizing throes and tears at all stages,

Floating numbness persisting for ages,

Saga of agony written in torn pages.

A meaningless existence without essence,

A presence incapable of making difference,

Whole life spent in clearing up own messes,

Mind had gone blank dealing with stresses.

Dreams lie pressed in between stuck leaves,

They sigh like a lover’s heart that grieves,

All the power of my pen & privilege of pages,

Unread, lies in shelf, merely my life’s vestige. 

© K.Radhakrishnan