#Poattic-4 #Poetryparlour #Lies
If meetings are truth,
Then partings are lies.
In this cyclic world
Rushing hither thither
All screaming silences die.
And circular points disappear.
One hastens through a motley crowd
Into the comfort
Of a tenuous heart’s tie.
***
‘Tis this silken strand
That anchors
A time-worn traveler’s
Blighted heart, affixing
It into waters unknown.
Passion moors the soul.
Love’s the biggest truth
All else merely lies.
Aye, lies, lies, lies.
***
Love, the fixed star gleams,
Guiding life’s bark
Through thrashing tides
And swelling seas.
Love steers the bark,
Wrenching it free
From murky waters,
A maze of islands,
And life’s adversities.
***
Yet, when the darkest days
Cloud the horizon,
And a death-like pall is nigh.
Parting becomes
The constant truth,
Steering one away
From the shores of life.
Then all meetings
Are but blurred moments
In which myriad moons die.
All’s temporal, naught but a lie.
Mumtaz.N. K
11-10-2020
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