by Avishek Gupta
We walked together,
Moist grasses, lush meadows;
Till you vanished, my maiden,
In the cavern of abysmal gloom.
And then as my silences, my cries
Tore apart the canvas of night,
I went back home with a shattered heart.
You can't keep a finger on a wound, can you,
When you know it will bleed?
You can't ask why or can you,
When you know you won't be heard?
Days have passed and I have learned
To live with my solitude.
And when I look at the trains
Through my window,
I can hear the wheels say,
"Samsara! Samsara! Samsara!
There is no escape."
** Samsara is the endless cycle of suffering caused by birth, death and rebirth within Buddhism, Hinduism, Jainism, and other related religions.