seshendrasharma

All have slept leaving the clock in solitude
Its heart is beating with fear
From a long long distance the horizon is barking like a dog;
Night is praying in plains on bended knees
Landscapes, seascapes were making penance to know
Where is he who gave his whole life to create
One song and offer it to the world and things are
Looking forward for that somebody to come
And will gift voices to them
And build temples in the countries of words-
Revolts are rising in the worlds of mind-
Searching for precious stones
My soul is digging tunnels in the mines of silences.
My window is looking at the sky
With its shutters thrown open----
-Seshendra Sharma