Out From The Deep...........

The day has drawn its curtains and called it quits,
The boisterous addressings have given way to the sound of silence,
The boastful exuberance of light has shown the white flag to evanescence of the dark,
And the beautiful loner up above basks in its eternal youth that fascinates the hearts and mind alike….

There I see an unknown realm, opening its wide chasm,
taking my fragile hands to adorn it with golden handcuffs,
promising galore to satiate my quest for life.
I stand motionless, terrified inside,
with eyes wide open and groping for fair weathers.
These befooled eyes, which find the boulevards ahead , a way to ultimate enchantment!!

Standing at the threshold of life ahead,
Where fantasy becomes the inseparable twin of reality,
I hear the birds chirp.
I find the breeze caress tender,
and let my trembling feet show me the path that beckons.

Transitory, the world is, and so was this unknown ecstasy.
No sooner, the mystic realm transforms to
the closed walls of a rustic Dungeon.
Those fairytale bracelets morphing into unbreakable, unforgiving shackles.
The sunny boulevards, into the labyrinth that knows no end.
The birds are now the creatures of night.

Feet remained stranded on the roads,
from where there was no turning back.
Where emotions slumber deep,
and the very human existence is besieged by vain perplexities.
Where ambiguity is used to conceal the truth,
and the container holds more prestige than the content itself.

Yet, all that could be done was to move on……
In the wild goose chase of the life that holds a promise.
That never lets down its seeker,
and opens the world of rainbow hues,
to cut the monotony of black and white.

I dragged my now-frail feet,
to take the step ahead.
to go beyond the shadows of the past.
Towards the divine,
that seeks its ultimate manifestation in me.


I fall.
Lips parted enough to facilitate breathing in and out.
Lie abandoned,
with the chronic drain of all that is left in my mortal.

Just as the Grim Reaper sights my flesh,
and moves forward to embrace….
The slight opening of my eyes and lips proclaim ex cathedra

“my cross is my medal; my scars beautify me….
And I adorn them with sheer grace.
I’ve drank the wine from the purest fountain,
and seen the sun crossing the horizons.
If life is the opera of unseen,
then I’ am its proud mistress.
LET GO………….!!!
The light of the day hallows my name…!!!”