Shards Of Shattered Dreams

It's high time I came up with any fresh Gazal. And a Gazal in English
? Well, that's probably my first time ever.

So, here we go, a celebration of Pain and Sorrow ! !

*****

Walking down the path,

leaving a trail sanguine.

My soles pierced by,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

The thick crimson fluid,

on the crisp green grass.

A stark contrast by,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

Me limping through the pain,

all tears gone dry.

Mercilessly they cry,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

The failures don't stop,

however hard may I try.

Do not ask Why,

oh! These Shards of Shattered Dreams.

The Sun is set ablaze,

the Moon a shabby dull pie.

Like Stars going to die,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

The start was Eons ere,

the end is neither nigh.

As mirages they hurt my eye,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

With each breath I take,

comes out an achingly deep sigh.

Please stop torturing from sky,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

Pardon Me, My Lord !

For the sins committed I.

Humbly they kneel before Thy,

these Shards of Shattered Dreams.

****

I have kept this Gazal solely on the pessimistic side of the coin,
just to signify the waves flowing in my brain Right Now. Though I
could've carried it on, and could've easily brought out an end in a
positive optimistic tone, I chose not to do so.


Because, it is my firm belief that " Sometimes, its better to see the
glass as half Empty."

This is me reciting the Ghazal at American Corner Ahmedabad.