My Hall

This poem deeply reflects on the tendency that every human being has towards finding a fulfilling factor in his life. As we live this life, we always feel a constant need for an obsession, a possession around which we can shape and style our life. In our heart we always yearn for an image that we could cherish and love forever. Still at some point in our life, we find out that we can never satisfy our heart and its endless thirst through these illusions. For that is what they truly are, shallow illusions, in which we try to find our happiness and our purpose of life. And if that one thing, for which we would turn away from God Himself, is lost to us, our life becomes a living fallacy.

The poet in these lines truly understands, that at one point in his life, he must abandon all the illusions and all the images in his heart if he is to truly remain happily ever after…

Hall

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My palatial hall lies now empty and lone,

Gone are the minstrels and the figures of stone,

Gone are the jesters, and the lights that shone,

At the end, in my hall, I stand alone.

The days of exuberance, that once reigned supreme,

its grandeur and elegance, immortal i deemed.

But time dealt a blow, more crushing than it seemed

and disaster struck swiftly, unexpected , unseen.

IN those halls so rich, i indulged many more,

too late was its treachery brought to the fore.

In those hall so rich, i died a million times,

yet i still preferred to walk the same lines.

IN those halls i courted many mistresses demure,

downed and dunked, was I by their endless lure.

but in then as i stand lone, i am now sure,

that all it did was to kill, my will so pure.

IN those halls, where my soul found its true wealth,

endlessly as i indulged, it died a million deaths.

IN those deaths itself, it found a new life,

as ignorant of the battles, i walk the edge of the knife.

With time though the halls seemed a bit redundant,

for i could only indulge so much and then abandon.

But my heart now seeked its peace naught in lust or greed,

as in it now sprouted, fresh love’s seed.

And for that moment, my hall was filled with one,

save for her, i now had eyes for none.

My soul willed itself, to let me live this lie,

as it knew one day, my aspirations had to die.

And i enjoyed and was happy like never before,

as i forgot and forgave myself for my acts of yore,

A clumsy peace i had sought with my heart,

for i feared to lose that which loved like an art.

The peace though restless lived out its days,

as we both went again in our different ways.

Once again i said, we shall meet under the sun,

when both our hearts, yearn for not but the One.

My sights now set on the one above,

once who i thought would shower me with love.

but in that moment i felt forever stalled,

for gone was the will, and now empty was my hall.

In that moment fraught with evil and peril great,

I felt Him come for me, with a kingly gait.

I had no words, as my face with shame burned,

though for those pretentious halls, i no longer yearned.

And He said to me,”All for you is not lost”,

for redemption in itself, comes at great cost.

But lost was my heart as i gazed in the stream,

for disdain filled me at the sight of my hollow dreams.

But he said to me, “Redeem yourself you will”,

for in realisation only lies forgiveness still.

He steadied my heart with His gentle calls,

as His image so divine filled my listless hall.

But he said to me, a new age shall dawn soon,

for you shall know the whole secret at your doom.

and then you shall relate to me the tale of your fall,

and if you still felt a need, to fill your empty hall.

And now when i stand at the turn of my life,

and the game take a new turn with a roll of the dice.

for the lack of an illusion no longer stalls my heart,

as my Hall now lies empty as it was since the start.

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Ajinkya Mate

As we live tis life, we always feel a constant need for an obsession, a possession around which we can shape and style our life. In our heart we always yearn for an image that we could cherish and love forever. Still at some point in our life, we find out that we can never satisfy our heart and its endless thirst through these illusions. For that what they truly are, shallow illusions, in which we find our happiness and our purpose of life. And if that one thing, for which we would turn away from God Himself, is lost to us, our life becomes a living fallacy.
The poet in these lines truly understands, that at one point in his life, he must abandon all the illusions and all the images in his heart if he is to truly remain happily ever after…

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