What lies at the end of the road?
Corpse of the sweetest melody,
A blunt emptiness
Fading hues of a million homeless dreams
An wounded river, sighs of an azure sky,
or songs of a colorless autumn?
What lies at the end of the road?
A feeling of your absence,
Hills drown deep in the blue,
A sky reflecting oceanic violence or
An ancient river mirroring your love?
What remains at the end?
What lies at the end of the road?
Unfinished promises, songs, poems, stories
Pieces of your shimmering heart
Your pristine soul,
Pieces of endless laughter, art
A scuplture of truth,
adorned in rebel shade
a glossy tale of your brave heart?
What lies at the end of the road?
What lies at the end of autumn?
What lies at the end of a dream?
What lies at the end of a life?
Bliss? Love? Glory?
A hope of a New Beginning?
Just tears….?
IN LOVING MEMORY OF ZUBEEN GARG