Evanescence

  

These last few moments
Of the bus-ride back,
It slowly grows dark outside,
A lonesome star shines
On the horizon,
Almost invisible,
Its light too feeble
To guide us through the path
That we perhaps don't wish to
take


Thoughts wander
As I look out the window
Darting this way and that,
Evanescent,
Like the trees that rush past
Soon disappearing into oblivion,
Images that are mere apparitions,
Incomplete,
A masterpiece ruined
In the hands of a novice...

 
Time stands still,
And yet,
Moves at a frightening pace,
I live through an eternity
Of memories,
Bound in a minute
That seems to stretch on
Till the past overcomes the present
And threatens to spill
Into the future.

 
This ride has almost ended,
But a greater voyage beckons,
And I can't help but wonder...
Will the star shine higher then,
Still lonely,
Or will it vanish,
Die in the darkness
That grows within me,
As I think of the impending journey,
My hesitant steps on a road
That will never turn back...

~ Rahul Misra ~

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