Consolations

Finding consolations in rock songs;

Too dark to see my heart.

Liberation coming from a trapped ideal.

Swirling like dust, a handful of liberty

Smiles and shakes the hand nodding in approval.

Just to see the rock rolling

I have climbed the hill.

To see and be the sight

I have nurtured the absence of essence.

Yet, there is a mystic

Hiding under the bed and

Behind the drapes of change.

God in oneself, a plethora of bliss.

Turning in the grave the curse

Flies like a saucer.

A hollow heart fills the art.

By Sushant Thapa

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