Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Life is the name of a pattern,
A rhythm,
Which when lost,
Brings the miasma
To a close.
In youth, we are
In control of the rhythm
And give it hard shakes
Finally resulting in
Some sort of displacement.
As age sets in,
The settings of the past
Disturb the settlings of the present
And this transitiion
Disturbs the rhythm of olding men
Sometimes on seeing something
Of unsettling charm
We lose our rhythm
And rediscover ourselves.
LOVE AND LONELINESS by Jernail S Anand
You are at your best
And the world too
Is a lot richer
When you are following
The commands of your heart.
Fulfilling a destiny you desire.
Heart has a great companion
Fantasy
And your imagination
Supplies everything
That you feel
Starved of
Mind is a critical device
Douses your imagination
Quenches fantasies
And takes your wings off
Leaving you to
To crawl
Those who followed
Their heart
Accomplished great things
Yet lived in self imposed exile
And died with a feeling
Of partial fulfilment
The mental hounds too
Accomplished great things
Yet they felt in their sides
An emotional hollow
They were lonely
In their final moments
After the rhythm is restored.
