I'M Blind

The wings of imagination, the flights of fantasy, the sky of puffy clouds, the rays of rising sun, the clamness of moon encrusted upon the stars, have brought me down today. I ponder continually in the ensconced shell of mine with inchoate thoughts creeping into it, discovering the flood touching my feet. The water Rising slowly, and slowly englufing my ankle, my knee, and…. Yet I continue to dabble to explore the fire it immures, to affix the values of richness- on the immutable fallow poverty. And I feel someone near me, consoling me. “Hey dear! Don’t weep, I’m with you” “Hey dear! Don’t smile, I’m with you” but, the vocabulary has changed today! The persons around me have brought with them pieces of burnt chandan wood as the proof of the fact that ‘someone’ died- ….. a millions years ago. But ‘his’ funeral pyre burns ‘there’ and burns endlessly…. And, They force me to rise, to move, to the places undestined, throught the roads never travelled, ‘the road’ which perhaps leads to the ‘pyre’ and I saunter frigidly with my eyes closed. Now, Even the darkeness can’t encompass me which has desceneded in ‘my’ eyes As I’m blind.