Nearer To Thee …


Slip off. my lips, lest the, life’s chalice
Last dregs, of my verve, betray my fist
Thou hold, thy child, in the lap, of bliss
In a lasting, tryst, with my Alchemist!

Strewn, all o’er, my fading fief
Enigma, of my, existence
Life’s lie, flirted, with my belief
Death is, substance, beyond senescence!

From cradle’s myth, to the truth, of grave
Keeper, of my faith, and fear, of my sin
You’re the boon, and bane, my mother gave
Who squirms, in me, deep down, my skin!

With a fear, spent in, daring despair
I stare, at the end, of my rhapsody
In the throes, of thy ruth, my truth, lay bare
Life’s escapee, in nirvana’s spree, Nearer To Thee …!

© 2021 Vikas Chandra

Submit a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s