The Veil On The Archway
Czadanda Saint *
It was a moonlit night.
As the moonlight mingled with the shadows
Silently conquering the benighted paths
As to lead to where all things belong
I can feel the whirl of darkness about it
But could also sense the light just beyond
If these rays are to be the revealing light
Which shows us the call of the abode
Then it all came down here, six feet under.
Listen, here, to the silence of the grave
And the whispering echoes of your soul
To wake up and reminiscent yourself
Of the dark abyss which keeps waiting for us
And from where there’s no escape.
The other day, your eyes opened to the light
And one day, your sun will never rise
The sacred thread of life is to broken
To be revealed at the dark end of the journey
But the enigma of this point of tryst
Remains unanswered through the ages.
The nightly breeze swirling on me
The only music in the hardened night
Tempts me to embrace the cold hug
Than to be warmed anywhere beneath the sun
As I neared a nameless tombstone
I sang the tunes silently to myself
The hymns, the prayers lost in the growing years
That lay on the verge of the forgotten seas.
I summoned up my forgotten faith
As if I am near my mortal peril
And a sudden pulse of excitation
Seems to unwind me from my senses
And brought me to life in the domain of death
Being aware of the surrounding nothingness
I conclude my odyssey in two lines
Era before birth and after death
Era after birth and after death
The path I am embarking now is the latter.
But soon enough, I will return to the former.
So much to learn and so little time
So many questions there are
And so little answers I find
Under this short spell of consciousness
I try to be enlightened as much as I can
Hoping that its mystic light would be revealed
Before I foray back into the timeless journey.
But something so unworldly is something unrealized
Veiled forever until you are on the other side
But as in the land of the blind and the deaf
No glimpses could be observed of mourning
Ignorance has its moments of happiness
Happiness, itself, lies in its ignorance
Of what lies ahead is still unknown
Making us easier to live than with the truth
Curiosity, though hasn’t lost its appeal
But now, I know
The point is to live, than to wait for death.
* Poem written by Czadanda Saint who can be contacted at saddanskhaibam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on August 06 2013.
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