The Wasteland Rewritten by Anjali Thapa

Wasteland Rewritten

Down on my knees
Jammed, lifeless, petrified.
I am down on the dust,
In this No Man's land.
Immense sand dunes have buried,
Histories that I carried.
Savage sand storms have blurred,
Visions of future hurled.
A gust of chilly wind,
Blows past my ears.
I cannot drop to cover
Your words, these tears.

Its a wasteland.

Chaos ! Chaos ! Everywhere.
I do not belong to anybody,
Nobody belongs to me.
Dangerously free, I am.
They cannot embrace me,
Those in future,
Them, I cannot go back to,
Who've left me behind.
I do not belong to anywhere,
This world does not belong to me.

Mirages abound,
Mysteries around,
Tempt me no more.
All I see is,
Sand, sand, more sand,
And this arid Sahara.
All I see is my own comatosed being,
All I hear is your sharp words,
My burning memories,
And these Beezlebub's hot sands.

Hellish ! Satanic ! Infernal !

Verses do these chant.
I cannot drop to cover,
Your words and these tears.
Down on my knees,
I've achieved will,
Will in my weakness,
Will to keep the faith.
All alone, a Buddha,
I've found Nirvana,
Under this thorny acacia,
with my eyes open.
A hope still lurks,
In the farthest cloud,
I can see the rain coming.
It shall fall someday,
For my love was always pure,
Like the rain that's coming.

Pondering Red (65.93.183.20) -- Tuesday, September 13 2005, 03:36 pm

words well chosen
I must say...you have a way with words..
words that move..express...the flow of emotion and expression that you convey so well with
the words that are so very coooool

orchid rajkumari (202.161.146.51) -- Saturday, September 17 2005, 04:39 pm

don't know if it clicked...
I don't know about the words, I didn't choose them deliberately...strong emotions did it, I guess.

Tarna (66.72.73.131) -- Saturday, September 17 2005, 05:26 pm

I can easily see..
..how P.R. can feel the flow of emotion with this writing. Even in strong emotional flow is dances to the heart as do her writings. I can read poems like this over and over again enjoying and savoring the emotional poetic flow... Sometimes emotions can write with their own deliberate ourcries. Again Great work!

anonymous (24.61.4.145) -- Wednesday, October 19 2005, 01:09 am

Keep the faith
A kind soul like yours is very dear to God. You belong to him and vice-versa. Don't worry about this world, you deserve better. Have faith in God and love, I'm sure you'll win both.

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