Ruins

Human ego does not last forever, but its everlasting impact on men turns them into ghosts of their past and they are fettered in the ruins of the broken ego

Far away in the arduous sands of time,

Near the roars of the ocean floor,

I stand a fallen statue

A Statue of old folklore

Who would know this King of Kings?

Who would rather despair?

That this mighty heart has fallen

Beyond all Nature’s care

The whiff of misty sea winds,

Carrying their haunted sound

Wear my pieces of crumbling stones

That pile up all around

A lonely stranger walks up to me,

With a lonelier shadow by the side,

Touching my white alabaster,

Feeling torn and soulless inside

Cries he to me, O King of Kings

You loveless, heartless soul,

You deserve to lie in ruins,

You deserve to die alone and cold

He mocks my very works,

He slanders my very name

His shadow seems to despise me,

His words put me to shame 

 

And then I look into his sunken eyes,

They are angry but torn

His mocking tone, is slanderous

Yet his voice is all forlorn.

 

The stranger knows I know him by glance,

He knows he cannot feign anymore,

And with truth, the sad evening comes to end,

The stranger enters my ruins once more

To lie buried with me in the arduous sands of time,

Near the roars of the ocean floor,

 

 

 

-Amarjyoti De