The Life by Durlabh Singh
When life comes to stricken ends
Throwing out a handful of dust
Powered by cerebrum of a spark
Into a cauldron of burnt out star.
It was a plunge into
Sojourn briefed in a catacomb
Into seric sarabanded curse
Shifting to the end of universe.
Maker of the azure skies
Over the sunburnt ochred earth
An adjustment for exclusions of pain
Too subtle for wistful weaker brain.
When the life desires itself to itself
Stormed by bridled expanded expression
Finding a solace in some spirited grace
Or in cicada’s song of perpetual digression.