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INK DRIFT MAGAZINE<br />

Caring my Neglected Soul<br />

Nekhab e Ridvan<br />

Chivalry dominated the delighted evening of my life,<br />

Jove and Muse hath conjured me up in praise of all morbid passions,<br />

I was lost at the first sight of her bright gleaming face,<br />

But never noticed her wrathful designs.<br />

I kept on fancying myself with the most dreadful thought of union,<br />

It was suppose to be an union of love, not of convenience,<br />

I expected your hands to be benevolently healing like the nurses of the apothecary,<br />

But all could I gather was nothing and I slipped the sands of time.<br />

Well ,you may be sympathetic at my immense loss and might have gone far to curse that<br />

Lady so fair,<br />

So with due respect I introduce all to her,<br />

She is none but my passions and fancy which has drugged me with considerable doses of opium,<br />

I was dreaming myself dancing with an image of mine on the lawns of Elysium,<br />

But before I was more suited for an asylum, those healing hands saved my utter misfortune.<br />

I was made to penetrate the unfathomable depths of Her,<br />

She tended me with utmost care.<br />

Showed me all the moon and stars that she did bear,<br />

Nothing ever leaves her and goes,<br />

Her magnanimity and compassion always vanquishes their imprudent desires,<br />

Those pelting droplets of the cosmic tears, once, did leave this earth’s abode to return as tears,<br />

She still tends and teaches them the eternal laws of attraction.<br />

I succumbed to the sweet drops of opium like passions, and forever neglected my soul’s understanding,<br />

I knew as it was eternal and so would never die.<br />

I stabbed it with the sword of fanciful phantasm’s :<br />

Which were perhaps too sweet in their disposition but too sanguine in its virtue.<br />

And When I was successful at last in blasting every bit of happiness in me,<br />

My definition of happiness was sadly imprudent and material.<br />

I never conjectured much into the self ,<br />

Moments of deliverance was solely bestowed on the sparks of passion,<br />

But happiness has got emptiness in its essence where no craving and all self satiation dominates.<br />

Acceptance and forgiveness are it’s innate qualities,<br />

At last this somber heart can rest in peace.<br />

Edited by Anna(Ria)<br />

www.inkdrift.com<br />

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