Two Worlds

A blue lake captures my soul in its
unmeasured, unimaginable depths
where a new world better than lands
survive drinking immortality.
 
Howling wolves pierce melancholy
and the dropping leaves stuck with
fever of spring bows down
before the majestic stance
of endless sky and waters.
 
Echo of unknown sounds emerging
from the interstices of the woods
run wildly, circle around ears
like unquenched souls.
Striking against trunks topless trees
they become one with lingering serenity.
 
The bridge connecting them to my land
is left broken for years,
perhaps broken by the Gods
and none has dared to swim across
for both worlds gets bewildered
with the laws in either side of the bridge.

A Model of Life 

The candle wick has seen it all-
From the dawn of the insect,
to its babyhood, its youth
and its senescence.
 
All lasted and ended
about the flame
in a few hours of study.
 
The growing wings flew
unbeaten by the heat and
submerged into the molten wax...
 
Moments after, it was a fossil
in a world, which itself was
submerging towards death.
The plight of the wick was
perhaps marked by its sin
to vigour and kill the insect.
 
It was all happening on my table
with my hands in books
and eyes rotating round the
game of existence and demise.
 
I closed my eyes and saw a candle
burning in similar mode,
with me and my siblings
running around it.
 
It was just a model of
what was in store for me
and for all and sundry thriving
in this corporeal world.

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