There is no solace that I can find:
Sky looks forlorn
And the air feels stationary –
Emptiness has pitched a camp
Maybe sorrow is the reality,
Joys only a punctuation mark,
In the long narrative of life
Illusions are more powerful than the truth.
Running as fast I can,
Days turn into weeks,
Weeks into months –
But what is the race for?
It is true that empty stomach aches,
But humans have other hungers:
Search for God, love, beauty,
And music of the soul.
But today’s soulless world
Has pushed these sublime strivings aside,
And substituted materialism –
The ultimate prize
I feel a child abandoned in cosmos –
Orphan of time and space,
There is no past, there is no future –
Tyranny of present seems sternal.
The world is the inescapable cage,
I feel a leaf tossed in economics,
An unlisted number in society,
At a train station but destination unknown.
Suffern, New York, June 23,2017