TANGLED ARE THE CHORDS OF LIFE, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

TANGLED ARE THE CHORDS OF LIFE

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

If it was a pain I could mention,

TANGLED ARE THE CHORDS OF LIFE,

Most of the cords have got tangled,

Tangled the web of life.

Though I know,

That the sky shall be clear,

Yet in the darkness, I abound,

Rays of hope aren’t found.

Cloudy is the weather,

Dark is the sky,

Lulled by the situation,

Un decided I lie.

If it was a wound superficial,

I would have applied a balm,

I know not where I am wounded,

Where should the remedy be applied?

I am far from the front,

Yet I have heard the cry,

Which has my essence,

In its fullness doth try.

The pain of a bullet,

One-shot and you are gone,

The pain of the living,

Mourn and just mourn.

My castle has turned to ashes,

Yet it stands intact,

Hold the moment of wind,

Least it meets its end.

From ashes build castle again,

Revive the dead back to life,

Even dry bones harken your command,

Bring back the dead to life.

Note this poem was written en19 89 when I pass through a difficult time.