A fairy sleep caught me unaware in the odd hours of twilight,
with all the just bought festive ensembles gripping self intact ,
galore in the dimness of severely meshed up mind’s darkness ,
premiering into a sort of first day-first show revelation regime,
rejuvenating all senses with inner realms of dreams supreme;
dreams intertwined with real life and near life happenings ,
Is it a just a clueless dream or rather a clue to unseen life’s proceedings?
Pretty strange was this rare and random deep rest,
the sea of change captured with it ebbs and crests ,
like a motion picture with nanographic details abreast;
Bosom’s a big hearth burning with thousand watts raging fire,
the undercurrents of this running deep, side and wide;
the fragile petals of heavy eyelids in divinely closure,
its upper and lower, adamantly glued with lashes together,
never to blossom and burst ,upholding the iris flower ,
the intensely over-focussed and over flashed buds of eyeballs ,
salvaged with this perfect shutdown ,resting from all its restless roll ;
Ironic to this pleasure closure, was the raging pain in the firing hearth,
all sticking ardently and spreading from the walls of the cherry bosom;
the pain leaping in bounds and manifolds, never imagined dimensions to the fore;
all along to the fallacy of the sleepless mind and the tired soul previous ,
your traces of presence nulled by your conspicuous absence
as you left me unattended ,unasked and giving no prominence;
Now the deepening undercurrents digging out the remnant traces,
traces of miraculous minuscule scattered around everywhere ,
proclaiming unanimously and yelling out your roots all here;
The olympiad fire now seems inborn as it’s there while sleep and awake,
never to go until all your traces surfaced and resurfaced,
th e untraceable you now growing bigger than my world,
for just like a finger held before my mirroring eyeballs,
saliently covering the whole world before me,
conveniently conquering my thoughts and beats too;
like a fish just out of water, caught between life and death,
both having its equal chances of occurrence;
But the fire so strong ,with flares of sustenance;
no more end ,wilt and rot, all hymns and chants of existence ;
No illusion or delusion, fire is always for sanctity and truth,
the undercurrents of fire will bring you from the lost state,
Wherever you are, I am no more untraceable to you,
I am no more unreachable to you, i am no more unreadable to you,
the fire of light will flash you all , now no more division;
unison of lights nonetheless a distant horizon !