Every night I wander around bed- town
To buy some tranquil delights homegrown;
Dark ghostly mysteries of human life
Persuade me to escape from the day of struggle and strife.
I am eager to go that land of forgetfulness, of that unknown territory,
I track but can’t find a way to make me weary.
When unfulfilled desires hover frequently,
My fancy wide awake weaves his web brilliantly.
Sleep is a dream girl, a musk rose fragrance,
Melodies of a cookoo, the serenity of romance,
These beauties in bounty I always cherish,
But every nocturnal errand will be quite garish,
Because sleeplessness is my love interest,
Day sympathies me but nights torment.
I am impelled to sell my reluctant sleep,
If anyone is willing to buy and ready to weep.
I want to lift the raven pal of my doomed future
To see if there is some silver line in the dark,
No, wait! I have changed my mind
As it might show me
The coming disaster,
I might not be able to face,
I have reconciled with my
Shattered dreams,
Broken heart,
Lonely nights,
Sullen days,
Weary body
And tortured soul,
I feel the prick of pain
In the corner of my heart
When life does not torture me.
Beauty is but bliss, an ecstasy
When life unveils her holy face;
A soft whisperings, speaks in our spirit,
The eternity gazing itself in a mirror,
It glows with pure tints of varying hue;
It shall rise with the dawn from the east,
A lock of angels forever in flight;
Exulting beauty descends from centered
And from errant sphere;
Balmy nectar glows,
Its magic spell enchants the heart.
Come! See the breezy dome of groves,
At its fountain quench the thirst
Of magic thrall.
When I breathe last,
Don’t weep at my grave or inscribe a stone
For I won’t be there;
Death is slave to the luck,
Nothing it could do;
I will change my form,
My ashes will be one with the crust of the earth,
I would revolve with its diurnal path
And be live again for forever,
Eternal I become.
For me, life would mean all that more than
If ever meant whatever,
You can afford to forget me now.
Death doesn’t have feet or form,
You can’t trace his footprint;
See its image in the mirror of vitality,
Its spirit lives in the body of life.
Death is inside the flesh,
Mount on the funeral pyre;
Feel the body fabric burning;
You are not descending into the Earth
But rising towards the Sky,
And entering into a new home,
Remember! When the Sun sets, the Moon rises.