Chain Poem 1.

Kavitanjali Chain Poem 1

He stood atop the mountain crest
Cast his eyes towards the west
An orange ball the setting sun
Watched earth and sky become one

His tired shoulders drooped with age
Gathered together some dried up sage
Lit a fire to keep him warm
To help him weather another storm

The stars above his only friends
At this lonely outpost where land ends
Forgotten like the dead old tree
This old man lost in reverie

~ Siddharth Sanyal ~

He pondered over beckoning death
The enigmatic final sunset
Life still kisses his eyes
How long will he live this lie ?

~ Vijay Parthasarathi ~

Yonder trees still stood lush
Twilight had brought a time of hush
Alone , the old man , in his saunter,
through life's desolate winter .

Agatha Lai

His thoughts are of the past now,
Memories of much better days;
Where did all the years go?

~ Twillah

As mist kissed all that it touched
Sounds wafted through of an anklet bell
Caressing the achings that lay submerged
Memories flooding with a swell
~Cashmeeri

He buckered up some faith,
Believing he could live till a hundred.
But the faith grew smaller,
As the sun goes further down west.
~Aaron Wang

As a coin spent for countless debts ,
Or a coat of many winters.
His spirit was frayed with regrets,
And his bones ached as splinters .
~Antonio Ricchiuti

And here shall end what was mortal,
The soul shall shed what was worn,
To begin the timeless travel of the soul,
so much to do so little done
~Raja Mukherjee

But come the morn, a dawn anew
The man knew now what he must do
Dissecting greatness. the first incision
Foundations of a new religion
Right or wrong or null decision
He knows what he must do
~Dace

A juggle, shuffle.death in the brains,
All things must die
understand these bones,
kneeling beneath the night.
Alone beside the thing-unravelling, ending.
All this waiting.All this time.
~Matt Demo

Death?? another day in another time
Is this what i was waiting for all this while?
At last my soul has been freed from the bonds of life
That made me feel oh! so closed
~Anuradha Goyal

But banish these morbid thoughts he said
No say in my birth , why rue my death
Bonded more or will i be free
After my death we shall see.
A muddled brain, a not so lucid mind
Stop! Stop! these thoughts of this and that kind
~Cashmeeri

Life is growth and growth holds promise,
This rising sun, this mountain home is not my life,
It is but a mirage reflecting upon the path to glory
Though this old body may pass away,
my spirit lives for another day.
~Jim Desson