I travel between two worlds
World of imagination, another of daily settings.
I work, I talk, I sleep and eat
And do all things, all for common blessings.
My essential hours guide me
To assume my conscious self
Amid the growing shadow of unconsciousness.
The cooling breeze’s mantling night gown
Undo all the damages of summer days’ cauldron,
Unfurl the carpeting way for sweet dreams’ fancy chariot.
I roam all over the haven and my simultaneous fly for more light
My flight for ultimate…….
Those who undergo such twin divides
Know well how the celestial light comes and goes
Lesser light, lesser indicators, darkness more
As if the demense of moonlit sea shore.
Bereft of any soft decorum and with cleft fancy,
A crumbling façade dably looking with
Mortars of pains, sorrows and of narrow gains
Brimming full the hearts’ golden vase with driveling woes
Light of heaven hardly compliments such hard existence.
It is really hard to reconcile
Hard really to mutual the two clashing selves.
I have to comprehend what is incomprehensible
I have to negotiate what is not negotiable
Because I am a man and have a numberless births by default.
Itching disturbances hood the light, the light of dawn,
Birds are seen nowhere and the garden cramped
Pathos of daily beatings silence the reeds of pondering flute.
But this world, this hardening universe
Is not the final answer of realisms, all metamorphosis.
A poetic being is essential to born of hearts grave soil,
So me, by secondary birth.