Undefined Poem by Puskar Sikdar

The polished consciousness of ignorance's wall,
A voiceless heart, lost in its silent call.
A gentle bird's harsh yet sweet refrain,
Wakes the slumbering soul again.

Life's vessel still drifts, seeking its way,
Through mist and the red sky's silent sway.
The mocking black clouds have long been torn,
A thirsting traveler, forever forlorn.

A sudden ebb in thought's vast stream,
Wrinkled brows in liquid dream.
Famine of despair, a pressing tide,
In vacant streets where fears reside.

Ashen words, dry as dust,
Fragile weakness crumbles to rust.
Clutching joy's veil in fleeting embrace,
Yet in nameless time, peril keeps pace.

Unbidden, life still seeks its tale,
A restless mind in whispers frail.
Bathed in solace, joy once stood,
Yet the crownless king lost all he could.

A river of bliss melts into the bay,
While sorrow wipes its tears away.
Thoughts dissolve into endless skies,
Let joy take flight where silence lies.