Pendulum Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

With time's winged chariot
running fast
with the blowing wind and the
flowing streams
my identity getting thinner and thinner
in the grip of mess and losing
its essence

With none to talk to or to share
with
the beauty of life now getting blurred
the magic and mirth in absolute danger
the hypnotising bliss out of the track

No longer the shine even after much polish
my intimate shadow standing against me
and having nowhere to hide my body and soul
my mind almost not in a mind to work properly

My whims now play their prominent role
like a double role character in a play
me know not where to go and/or what to do
how to play my role in the best way possible

Me unaware of the meanings of my life
my existence in nothingness falters
like the pendulum of the clock
hanging from the centreless circle.

©® Dasharath Naik