Made of a whimsical and moody temperament
My inner self detached itself from my body
And flew away without ever glancing back
At what became of me!
It flew, to the land of magical seers and flying elephants
It flew, to the land of flying carpets and alchemists
It flew, to where rivers dance, out of ecstatic swells
Caused by the imprints of melodious flutes on their beds!
It flew, to where the gates of the abodes of Gods stood
Waiting for the pure and the awakened to come knocking!
My inner self left me, and went on to discover the world
Why, never did it think of me
While I drowned in my own darkness, submerged by my ego
It enjoyed itself at learning about the truth of hieroglyphs
And the exact nature of the cosmic stars!
Without my inner self, I became a mere empty cocoon
A shell, without its pearl
A chest, without its treasure
A home, without the love
A body, without its soul!
I yearned for it to come back but it heeded me not
It had tasted of the pleasures of its essence
And relished of these
While I bit my lips and chewed my nails
Wondering at what shall become of me, so void and empty
When I shall plunge into the jaws of death
A mere body is meant to disintegrate into dust
While its inner self remains to bear the weight of its actions!