Candles: Cry Of A Illusory Son
Candles: Cry Of A Illusory Son


The screech reaches you, mother!
Bathed in silence
Containing in itself
The cry of sorrow and utter despair.
The ear-splitting shouts you hear are read by heart,
But never does your ear receive it.
The cries you heard, mother, trace back to
The tragedy of losing you, of losing a piece of soul,
Which had kept us aloft till date.
The throats strangled, which conveyed you
The helplessness of needy hearts
Those hearts, which were empowered by your ideals,
In the glistening but begone past.
The eyes drenched in tears of gratitude
Convey much more than the moans which reach you,
And the tears still repent our unfortunate trust with the destiny.
Cries and yells my soul of emotions,
Showing it's helplessness through the eye
s of mine, thinking of the moments that will never reappear.
Nay, I never ever can suppress the uprising of laments,
The present becomes a tearful past,
Scribed on the parchment of memory,
Revealed as I bid a sorrowful farewell to you.
The moment each, where you were there,
Becomes precious to pricelessness,
The absence of yours weakens me .
As a Pathfinder of a life new,
I owe you too much, mother,
But let my tears reach your soul
As a token of gratefulness.
I wail silently, as every of your progenies does,
Just keeping your memories as candles,
I wail to you in darkness, mother,
I wail to you in darkness.
Let my words utter more than my mouth,
As I approach the not-so-far future...