Though scared of the depth, I find myself embosomed as I step deeper, I find myself so free.
The dip and chanting shlokas purifies the soul, a beginning of uniting me with thee…
I feel the urge to leave my body or is it my body that urges to leave me?
I return on the bank the very evening with the lamps lit in pure ghee..
I forget not, to put one lamp near the tatty hut, that has been there for centuries…
Where in the disgusted disguise, live my lord thee.
I listen to the song offering that reaches even the dead ears, filling them with tranquility.
Their paths are lighted and their journey made so easy.
Such is thy love that pulls me to thee.
I walk towards where the pyres hiss and spit orange embers into the night so inky.
And nothing more beautiful than that could ever be.
Feel detached from the flesh and blood, it no longer soothes me….
The nightingale mourns the eyes that lick those well served lies about humanity,
And I strip off the lies that skin me, to unite with thee.
Burning on the bank, mixing with the sand, immersing in the Bhagirathi
I have been dead for ages and now is the journey towards immortality.
I have battled in hell and rested in heaven I ponder how enchanting would our meeting place be.
Reverend than the sun rays, warmer than the bonfire, brighter than the yellow roses and higher than the orgasmic heights, with thee I will lie in peace.
Picture credits: Rajiv Srivastava