I Walked, I Paused

As I walked in the black streets of a winter night,

My eyes met a light of tiny size,

Indistinct as mist, impregnable as an illusory wall.

The more the figure approached, the more my heart trembled.

The more the mind whistled, the more I was wrapped in numbness.

As I walked across the vast desert on a Sunday noon,

I got red, red boils on my bare feet,

Naked I have come, naked I will go

Naked all the faces are as the sovereign time has ravaged their clothes.

Hail to the dark ministry of pain,

Where sorrow is not knowledge,

But,

A way to guard the new, impending sores.

The job was punished, so was Satan

As both questioned 'Faith' and Him.

As I walked up to the dividing patch of soil,

Where the land kissed the sea,

Rippling beams, rippling words, I got hold of,

But, there was none as tangled as me.

Dreadful cities' mourning as sharp as the sighing of idyllic countries,

Rustic shepherds, selfish passerby,

All tussled for a room,

A room of their own selves,

A room of their clashing point of views,

Stabbed each other, bones were broken, blood

Oozed out from wounds.

As I walked and walked and walked to scrutinize the binaries between old and New, man and woman, black and white, death and life.

I feel hopeless,

I fell onto the ground,

I bleed and bleed and bleed

And I paused, alas!