The Ecstasy Of The Directionless Horizon Poem by Puskar Sikdar

That sky, adorned in the tender glow of a soft red hue,
Which was laden with the travelers of the twilight hour;
I was returning, crossing the forceful currents of the river,
And at that precise moment, arrived the chariot of the directionless horizon.

The world that once showed me the dream of crafting an identity,
The world that once inspired me to seek dignity and honor;
Today, this very world entangles me in—
Greed, illusion, desire, and the paths of temptation, amidst the crowd.

That rare dark cloud, which once gathered,
Had promised to bring down the peaceful rain;
But alas, it broke its word, vanishing in its own way,
Leaving me behind, foolish and lost in its wake.

The path of contemplation is changing,
The familiar, loving expressions of people's faces are transforming too;
Why, then, this cruel farce?
And why does the thought of the directionless horizon now seem innocent?

Sometimes, on the hard path of life, I think—
Scraping away at my restless mind;
If I ever reach that directionless horizon,
My heart will find peace at last.

Lost, I will search for my own way,
No matter the obstacles that arise;
When rage resides in the heart,
There will no longer be any objection to choosing a path.

Thus, amidst the change of days,
The sweet melody of a bamboo flute lingers;
My path to the directionless horizon seems,
An endless journey of small, moving lives.