Thursday, June 26, 2008

At the end of it all

The clock has gathered momentum
I am hanging on to the long hand
Trying hard to break the spring.

Seconds tick with a deafening roar
A thousand noisy robots
have invaded my sunshine fields.

Gigantic ant legs march along
from the decrepit temple of ambition,
crawling on minute minutes.

The rhythm of the magpie’s wings
syncs with the frozen hour
in the unearthly joggers’ park.

Give you a second?
Sorry I don’t have any.
You missed my train of thought

Nothing can stop me now
I’m chiming to the alarm bells of joy
from the cemetery of dreams.

5 comments:

gayathri said...

oh! now i get it, Mr. TS Eliot! I just back-connected it with 'Solitude' and 'Ambition'. Too much I say!

Anonymous said...

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it ... And nothing to escape to. One is always alone... is this the ultimate truth???

"if u have no one to die for, then ur life isnt worth living...".. the king said... well, ambition is all abt living... solitude is... :-)...

smokecanopy said...

Yes I fully agree with you. At the end of it all, every human being is alone. Alone we come, alone we go and, in between both, other loners just trespass.

Anonymous said...

"I’m chiming to the alarm bells of joy from the cemetery of dreams."

W.O.W... what r u, man? u ought to be publishing all this...i promise to give u a good foreword....:-)

smokecanopy said...

Are these really publishing-worthy? If yes, then the foreword gotta be from you!