Journey Poem by Sachidananda Panda

There comes a time…!
When nothing Disturbs one any more
Seasonal changes or social upheavals
Hypocrite ruler or helpless populace
IF one prays in Temple, church or Mosque
If evening ‘kirtan' loses its usual musk
If 'Azzan' isn't heard from a cliffy terrace
A hall of Cross if fails to Enlighten a dippy mess
If lotus doesn't bloom early in the morning
Or if Bees do give up their sweet humming
When pleasure and pain look as well equal
you may say…!
One is on the path of self withdrawal.

This cannot be a callous act
It's no juxtaposition of fiction and fact
Not a Lazy cumbersome indolent attitude
May not be an explicit attempt for solitude
A time when you search for a personal space
To keep oneself off from all material haze
Food or favor, pump or grandeur all the spicy craze
Nothing attracts Nothing interests..
Besides...A search for an ounce of sublime grace.

Life's essence lies in the salinity of Tears
Its ostensibly different Till it is tested
it's quiddities are measured through umpteen colour glasses
Till it's challenged by hard realities
When we feel the presence of absence
Ignored or ignorant we tend to weigh between frosty faces
Niggardly consoling about it's inevitabilities
And.. Silence rules the roost on folded foreheads.

A space where we scrutinize times spent
Fouls or follies or some earlier act
Revisit the grooves once were greener though
Untangling the frills of deeper owes
Count the beads of lost opportunities
At times cautiously hide the whisking sighs
Unmindful of when a doleful smile gets smeared on dry lips
While pair of blank eyes stay glued at the sprawling oblivion.

©sachi25May2019