Your only accomplishment is
my silence.
For the moment
I am happy being a
dormant volcano.
This, that, and all between.
Your only accomplishment is
my silence.
For the moment
I am happy being a
dormant volcano.
धूप उतरेगी किसी दिन तो

Someday you’ll come home
to the truth
bursting your heart
Someday you’ll come home
to lies
blinding your eyes
Someday you’ll come home
naked
in orphaned grief
How far have you reached Dad? Have you crossed the frontiers of this cosmos or are you in another plane another dimension unfathomed by earthlings. Your soul, like millions of others, must have encountered many a better worlds, physical or ethereal possibly unlike where from I am writing. Souls travel for eons, that I know, and you also said. There is no heaven or hell, no final resting place, no destination, no gods to meet, no angels, no Eden and no holy lakes to swim through. Souls travel through eternal light riding echoes. You loved light, so here is a candle (doesn’t it look like a mini cosmos)… beam me a line of the new verse you have composed. And Dad, don’t forget to mention what symphony you have set it to. It is Daddy’s day on earth.
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