In The Trenches

In the trenches knuckle and bump 

Loosing one's self, faceless 

On fading guiding principles 

I will wear a robe one-day     

Be christened in rivers  

Washing trench mud off   

To be without my original sin and some   

And walk on clouds, float that is better   

Yeah I will float on clouds, weightless   

Leave no scare of emotion on love, on family  

In projectile frustration,
From illusive goals   

Genuine smile manifested   

Without the usual backdrop of worry  

 And sorry would be a foreign word 

In a foreign language, distantly 
Unknown to me,  from another galaxy  

And cause of such will be absent too

I would know no such thing  

As a sporadic outburst   

Of frustration on attainment shy of 

 My heart would hold its worth

 Lighter than a grain of sand 

On weighing scale 

And I would be young at heart 

Beating slowly in desired rhythm 

Allowing me time, precious time 

Like a wine connoisseurs 

Smoothing feel on taste buds 

To enjoy happiness deserved 

For I would not have caused pain  

To warrant plasters on wounds   

From friendly fire  

And be enslaved by the material world 

To be envoys of the nomad 

Who pays no compromising tax on virtues   

I will wear a robe one day   

To be christened in rivers   

I pray that day comes   

Before I become  transfixed 

A stranger to my own shadow 

In fading identity