My Lost Space

A silver line was drawn between

Our existence and our fate,

With many caressed metaphors of life

Drawn on a plain sheet, a fate

That makes us accept the good

And the bad, with many signs

On the board, in every sign

I saw just only my defeat,

Lost this battle of being most arrogant

In front of this world, with many

Questions being left unanswered

I walked along the banks of this

Sacred river that passes through

This sacred city, and finds it's

Existence somewhere in the white

Pyramids of Pirpanjal, for ages

It has flowed and witnessed all those

Heart-wrenching scenes, it used to

Carry the smell of gushing Liddar, herbs,

Flowers and trees, but carried now

Unknown young men, drenched in blood

Carried them on its shoulders all the way

Through the seven connections all the

The way through the Red Square,

Passing through the old city.

Somehow I found my lost space,

Saw them adorned, with velvet

Their shining faces were challenging

The lamp of life, with hardly any

Speck of frowning or defeat!