Enigma- Dreaming Of Reality Or Dwelling In Dream?

 

Alone in my room I stood still,

Watching the world outside, muffled by hills.

The Sun appeared to be a round plate made of Gold,

After donating its rays, throughout the day, it had grown old.

The mountain stood statuesque, wearing a gold crown,

But the crown seemed unstable as it was about to drown.

The death of the Sun occurred with the arrival of dusk,

Darkness took birth, coming out of its husk.

 

A pious sound of conch travelled in the ears of mine,

As the priest performed his day-ending prayer in the Shrine.

Blew out the candle in my room, a gust of wind so cold,

Silently, I kept watching the accumulation of eerie, black clouds in the sky so black and bold.

The room suddenly filled with deafening quietude,

The solitariness dragged me to a thought so good.

My face had been as pale as wax and my life, weary and grey,

Suddenly, a radiant look came over my face like a sudden burst of sunshine on a cloudy day.

 

I heard the sound of your boots in the stair,

I turned around to see and your presence felt like a benediction of the God, so fair.

You stood before me, your eyes penetrating deep into those of mine,

The perfume on your shirt, reminded me of our first rendezvous and dine.

You dragged me close to your body and untied my bun,

You gave me a warm embrace as the snow-covered heights receive from Sun.

You expelled cold wind from your pursed lips all over my face,

You kissed my forehead and pushed me against the briefcase.

 

You ran your fingers through my hair and relieved me of all hazard,

For a moment, I felt that I have found a warm shelter in the midst of a blizzard.

You lit the candle in my room and life again,

Light seemed to glow in the dark hill and vale.

Just then, thunder rumbled and lightning broke into the room,

My closed eyes wide opened and fell over my face, a mark of gloom.

Tears began to stream down my face like raindrops on a windowpane,

How could I forget that years back, angels carried you away, far, to their place ? Am I insane?

 

Your face turned pale, your eyes were loosely closed,

You entered the world of eternity, in sleep you were engrossed.

You were placed on wooden pyre,

You received a touch of the holy fire.

Your immortal spirit dwelt in your corpse like a bird in an outworn cage,

You were a player whose performance was over in this world’s stage.

The flames travelled higher and higher in the air, as if God called your roll,

It seemed that a chariot from Heaven was sent to receive your soul.

 

You submitted your resignation letter to the world and left me alone in this dark hell,

Thereafter, I had been strangling like a tormented prisoner behind a barred cell.

The plaintive memories pierced my heart like a sharp knife,

They seemed to take away the remaining half of my life.

Raindrops, outside, poured down from Heaven and drenched the Earth,

Tear drops poured down my eyes and drenched my heart.

I turned around to lit the blown out candle, as I was in dire need of light,

Just then, the sight of the candle flickering, gave me quite a fright.

 

I remember, a gust of wind blew out the burning candle in the room,

Which in my dream, you lit again and wiped out the gloom.

Peeped into my mind a questions few,

Was the incident perceived years back, true? Or the recent appearance of you?

Perhaps, I had been living a pseudo reality, which was lethal somewhat,

Perhaps, for a moment, I lived a real dream, with my eyes shut.

I could feel & hear, thunder blare,

I stood still, watching the candle, which continued to glare.