Welkin dream

To think about

2008-12-02T07:34:00.000-08:00

To think about,

to remember.

To dream about,

in endless slumber.

To find words,

to describe and praise.

To draw and paint about,

on evenings and holidays.

To have all over,

my amazed mind.

To desire to look at,

until I go blind.

Your eyes,

your welkinly eyes.

Have caused an addiction,

of an incurable kind.

Just the shore of the ocean,

but I know they are.

With countless fathoms of beauty,

veiled behind.

And as I look at them,

I so dearly long.

To be a sailor,

and all else of this ocean to find.

My heart

2008-06-14T08:32:00.000-07:00

Park a truck,
or a tractor,
or a fleet of cars of in it.
For its so empty,
oh, its so cursedly vacant,
every inch, its every bit.

Grow a crop of grain,
or a line of banana trees.
For its like an unploughed field.
I so need to,
do something with it.

Maybe make a house,
and rent it out,
or maybe lease it,
for the city dump.

Ahhhh, what the hell,
do I do with my empty heart??
With my hurtingly vacant heart,
for I cant find,
someone to love,
someone to make a home,
to fill it up, its every bit,
someone to live in it.

Over The Clouds*

2008-06-12T10:11:00.000-07:00

Over the clouds,
along the shining lines.
Will come a charming prince,
on a white horse, he shall ride.

Adorned in royal attire,
vigor, love in his eyes.
The handsomest, most caring,
he will come and stop by my side.

Slowly, he will walk to me,
bend on his knees,
present me a ring,
and ask me to be his wife.

Ahhh, what pleasant fantasy,
I so do wish to become reality.
I have wished for this,
for all and all of my life.

And so my friend,
I ask, I request to you.
Turn my dream in a eternal reality,
buy a horse and ride to me.


*From the girl's point of view.

A fallen angel

2008-06-09T11:34:00.000-07:00

She cried, she shivered,
as she tried to bear this unbearable pain.
And he rushed around, doing everything,
and everything, but going in vain.

He tried to stop the bleeding blood,
but alas, unceasingly she bled.
Her wounds were deep, spread all over,
her chest, wings, face and even in the brain.

Her skin, dress, feathers were all red,
her blood spread, smeared all over the bed.
She cried and cried and finally fainted,
night came and he too slept.

Flowers, unending fields or fragrant flowers,
rising sun, setting dew, blowing breeze.
They walked together in this misty, blurry dream,
He was happy and healed, beautiful looked she.

Hand in hand, they talked, laughed, kissed.
He hugged caressed her folded white wings,
led her to their sweet wooden home.
It seemed they were united, for all time to be.

They went in together, the door closed,
white light flooded the view, bright sun rose.
The mist faded away, the dream ended, he awoke,
awoke in the morning of reality.

His eyes opened, he was back in the room,
she lay on the bed, still, unmoved.

Light from the window shone all over her body.
Her mouth lay open, her hands lay stoned,

Her bosom no longer rose to breathe.
Sun had risen, she had set and he, he silently, just wept.

My Friend

2008-06-07T08:06:00.000-07:00

If ever someone blocks my way,
I know you will push him off.
I ever someone shouts at me,
I know, louder back, you will shout.

If ever someone shoots me,
I know you will catch the bullet.
If ever I am buried in Saharan sand,
I know you will dig me out.

If ever I pick a fight with the Sicilian Mafia,
I know you will fight right aside me.
If ever I jump into a crocodile ridden river,
I will still know you will soon get there.

You are my true friend,
in all the thicks, thins, adversities, to come.
The harshest, toughest punches of life,
with me, I know, you will bear.

For if I ever decide,
to even kick the whole world’s ass.
I will not care how rough it gets,
for my true friend, with me, I know you will be there.

A Rose for You

2008-06-07T03:23:00.000-07:00

A petal,
for your eyes,
for they hold a sea of love.

A petal,
for your voice,
for it is a sweetly mesmerising seduction.

A petal,
for your smile,
for it drawn out of joy, innocence.

A petal,
for your hair,
for their silken feel is beyond mention.

The pollen in the middle,
for your flawlessly pure heart,
that I hope, it somewhere, holds love for me.

The innumerable grains atop them,
for all your dreams,
that I wish, you to share with me.

The thorns below,
for your tantrums, cattish anger,
for it is irritating, though so blissfully.

The aroma,
for your aura,
that makes my heart yearn for your proximity.

A rose,
for you,
for the most lovable person that you are.

A rose,
for all what you are,
so many adorable virtues, blended so perfectly.

I know

2008-06-03T14:26:00.000-07:00

This poem has been hidden for privacy reasons.

Tainted it was

2008-06-01T11:46:00.000-07:00

Tainted it was,
smeared with dry,
red, stinky blood.
Blood of his own father,
killed by a hand, hired.
Blood of his 4 brothers,
whose brutal murders, he conspired.

Tainted it was,
this gem adorned crown.
This sign of command, majesty,
that in thick gold was cast.

Tainted it was,
with irreversible, detestable sin.
But he wore it with pleasure,
himself as a king, he cast.

The seduction of power,
the attraction of rule,
the pleasure of sin,
had taken over at last.

He had crushed and risen,
to be the one, the strong.
It didnt matter if his means,
were most sinfully wrong.

Right he was,
for as victorious he emerged.
For the crown was thick gold,
no matter, how tainted it was.

Once in a while

2008-05-25T08:48:00.001-07:00

She faintly appears,
every once in a while.
A bit blurred,
in a very ghost like style.

She smiles at me,
teases me,
reminds me of moments,
we shared in good times.

Sometimes, she just sits there,
staring at me.
Saying things you had said,
blissfully tantalizing,
lovingly irritating at times.

Her ephemeral presence,
makes my heart go high.
And then,
she bursts into smoke,
of the most mesmerizing aroma.

I take a deep breath,
and then I smile,
feeling the blissful ache,
of the heavy pile,
of eagerness, impatience,
to see you, to meet you,
that this ‘she’,
this loving ghost of your memory,
leaves me with,
every once in a while.

Just sit here

2008-05-25T03:21:00.000-07:00

Just sit here,
give your hand into mine.

For they say,
for lovers all of time is eternity,
so let me enjoy its every bit,
let me be lost in your eyes,
let me just listen to you breathe.

Don’t you move,
or speak a word,
for there is no need.
Let me just savor the sight,
of your beautiful face.
All the lines, curves on it,
let me mindlessly read.
Let me just sit here, wonder,
and admire your lovable beauty.

For beautiful,
I know you are,
but to me, you are more.
You, my dear,
are beauty to me.

And so,
just sit here,
let me look at you,
for all and all of eternity.

In the Game

2008-05-19T04:25:00.000-07:00

In the ring, on the court,
on the field, on the table.
By our shots, by our serves,
by our throws, by our shots.

We will out run you, out swim you,
do more that what all you are able.
Out row you, out lift you,
Punch you flat onto the floor.

Hahhhh Ha!! Ha Ha Ha Ha,
come on now, do you want any more??

Gold? Bronze? Silver medals??
Well they are all ours, just ours you see.
For we are here to play,
and play hard straight to victory.

So let the torch be lit,
let the games begin.
Let us shake hands and ring the bell,
let us salute of spirit of this great competition.

And then, Hahh,
then you be prepared to be out done,
as we play to win and will force it to be.

Picking Petals

2008-05-18T09:58:00.000-07:00

Picking petals off some flower,
or tossing a coin again and again.
Reading horoscopes or zodiacs,
or adding numbers of your name.

Oh I have tried it all,
but still my foolish heart,
so very confused, anxious,
does hopelessly remain.

I look into your eyes,
listen to all the words you say.
As clearly I can, I ask you,
but all just goes in vain.

Its as if you have closed a door,
or maybe you had never opened it.
But these feelings that you hide,
cause a whole, hell lot of pain.

Rainy day in my car

2008-05-17T10:37:00.000-07:00

Blindingly windy, rainy it was,
and I sped on the road,
in my two days old car.
Admiring the soft velvety seats,
I savored the young engine's power.

Through the wiper wiped visor,
I saw the rain drops soaking the road,
and I sped ahead relishing the weather,
pushing the tires into puddles, potholes.

ahhhh, what fun!! I bratishly enjoyed,
splashing water as I raced ahead.

Another puddle, another splash,
but this one, made me turn my head,
as through the window I saw a yellow flash.

I would have driven ahead,
but a look behind made me stop,
A suit draped girl, stood a victim to my fun,
all wet, angry, her umbrella slipped off her hand.

It was blindingly windy, rainy as I said before,
and she scampered after umbrella, blowing away from her,
I looked behind, sitting in the cozy warmth of my car,
I hesitated, I thought, I decided,
I nodded my head and opened the door.

-----

I reached back home,
parked my car in my covered, dry, quiet garage.
I paused inside for a while,
looked at how wet the car was now from inside,
looked at the wet, soiled seat at my side,
what unfair treatment for the velvety seats, I thought,
but I smiled, as I was glad, overly happily glad,
that I turned my head, looked back, and stopped.

As I see you

2008-05-16T12:32:00.000-07:00

On the beach,
on this beautiful stretch of sand,
on the edge of the vastly vast sea,
I see you standing,
standing alone, looking ahead dreamily.

I see your clothes,
flutter in the soothingly mesmerizing sea winds,
your body is calm, still, but I feel,
holds a mind, that plays ceaselessly,
with blissfully dreamy, enchanting things.

And as I see you,
I wish to walk to you,
take your tender, warm hand into mine.
Propose to you, with my honest promises,
and read through your innocent eyes, the wishes held in you mind.

And as I see you,
I wish to walk with you,
right over the edge of the sea,
into the waves, that will brush our legs,
into the warm sea water that will soak, you and me.

I wish to hold your hand,
as we walk ahead into the world woven of our dreams.
We will walk through the brightest of days,
and we will grope through the darkest of nights.
And never ever let your fingers go off,

let come the tallest of waves or storms or the harshest catastrophe.

And as I see you,
I wish to hold you tender, warm hand,
and walk with you for all the days to come,
into a world woven of our dreams.

Oh Rain

2008-05-15T11:31:00.001-07:00

He
as he sat
on stretch of parched earth
under the sole tree of shade.

mindlessly staring
at the endless, cracked land,
at the vacant, hopeless sky,
for change in both, to God he bade.

So dry
oh so cruelly dry it was
that his tears, his grief had vaporised,
under the unceasing heat of the ruthless sun.

his cattle,
his wife had starved to their end,
but this deluge of dryness was far from being gone,
this drought, this curse, was now eating his son.

leaves died, fell off
the sole tree of shade,
it too was being consumed by this bane,
he looked up through the bare branches
spoke out of his dry throat, with pain.

"oh rain......"

far away
another man sat,
on the roof of his house,
soaking wet, cold, scared, grieved.

he looked
at the waves that washed lives away,
that razed houses, erased villages,
left peoples' swollen hearts bereaved.

Smell of rot,
of the deceased and diseased,
but this hellish deluge was far from being done,
with impending epidemics and death to come.

Drops fell,
the water rose with every wave,
his roof, his time was drowned bit by bit,
He looked at the cracks in the clouds,
hoping for them to widen up, free the sun,
With shivering, swollen, tired lips he said,

“oh rain….”

I paint

2008-05-13T08:53:00.000-07:00

Version #1

I paint each and every petal.
With the brush in one hand,
and the red rose in another.

Over the top, on the bottom,
on the outside and the inside,
I try to paint it, with yellow colour.

Layer after layer, I dry and repaint,
trying to veil the real deep red
with this colour, emotion, relation other.

Version # 2

I paint,

I paint each and every petal.
With the brush in one hand,
and the red rose in another.

Over the top, on the bottom,
on the outside and the inside,
I try to paint it, with yellow colour.

Layer after layer, I dry and repaint,
trying to veil the real deep red
with this colour, emotion, relation other.

Its a hurting task, this painting work,
it kills the aroma, with the paint's pungence,
it hardens, parches the petals so tender.

But if not as red, the colour of love,
I wish to this relation to be
of friend, to just be together.

And so, I paint,

I paint each and every petal,
for I wish, I want, I need this rose to be,
If not in its red, but at least its yellow colour.

Let it rain

2008-05-11T09:55:00.000-07:00

Let it rain
let it pour down
till the clouds are all dry.

Let the clouds come
and cover up the moon
till there is absolute darkness.

Let the thunder be silent
let the lightning be dim
let the winds that blow
take a long recess.

Let it rain
and let it only rain.

For I wish to
alone in this moment
of grief, of loneliness.

So let me be alone
and let me cry

let me sit in the corner
and bear this heart melting pain.

Let it rain.

Hell

2008-05-09T11:43:00.001-07:00

To be dried, sliced, hung and fried,
to be hauled into cauldrons,
brimming with boiling oil.

To be mauled by a hundred bulls,
over and over again.
To be stripped and eaten,
lashed and beaten,
forced into the most painful pain.

Hell,
Afterlife’s face,
for all those guilty.
For those whom God marks,
as sinful, cruel, wrong or filthy.

The justice of God,
for those who disobeyed.
The unending, unceasing,
heaviest, harshest bane.

Hell,
The horrid view of after life,
that sounds like utter insanity.
Detestable, but unquestionable,
ruthless justice of divinity.

But hell,
the most significant of beliefs.
that delimits, curtails,
the ills of all humanity.

The darkest corner of Gods realm.
A predicament, a warning sign.
The loud crack of the whip,
the flourish of the flashy lash.
That keeps this world so brimming,
so blossoming with civilized sanity.

It Rides

2008-05-06T08:26:00.000-07:00

It rides on,
and I ride atop it.
It surges ahead ceaselessly,
as if nothing could stop it.

Its mean,
Its cruel, its unsurpassably bad.
It devours its way,
with utter voracity.

It shines, its glows,
this white Rhino,
as if its carved out of pearl.

It beathes, it growls
it moves with style,
thats azure royalty.

Its wild, unreal,
Its absolute monstrosity.

An Excerpt

2008-05-02T11:36:00.000-07:00

She sat in a dark corner,
like a lifeless, rotting corpse,
her heart raced out of fatal fear,
She awaited for her end to come,
as her life leaked, tear after tear.

The mud draped walls, now stank,
the earthen floor, the cold stove,
the din depressing light of the oil lamp.
With every beat, her heart gasped for a little life,
with every gasp, a little more it sank.

And then they came,
four of the religiously correct men.
They grabbed her, dragged her out.

They dragged her to the place,
the exit door, of the unfortunate.
But even though she was not so,
their rules, beliefs, religiously correct ways,
drove her, this unwilling woman, to her ill fate.

Bangles broke, chants were read,
the torch was lit, oil was spread.
Was tied up, this stubborn woman,
for she refused to abide to their way,
to lie with him, on his death bed.

Loud cries, mercy pleads, burst of tears,
the way of God, of priests, of the correct.
Inhuman, cruel, detestable, evil,
a holy ritual, a sacrifice for the best.
An unjust way, to uphold the honour of the sect.

The flames were drawn,
and all just stood around and watched.
Deaf, dumb, blind to this most moving scene.

So, how does one define religion?
A correcting pill to instill humanity,
or a whip in the hands of insane?
Confuse, bewilder a man who thinks,
of such excerpts from own religious history.

Uncoincidental

2008-04-29T03:56:00.000-07:00

I walk into the library,
through the hallway,
crossing seats, tables, racks,
and I come and sit,
from you, just two seats away.

I place the book,
face up on the table.
I open another and start to read,
and for you to notice,
I eagerly wait.

You don’t take long,
to notice the cover,
which is to you very familiar.
Impatient as you always are,
you get up and come near.

You use your fingers,
to set you silken hair aside.
You bend a bit,
look curiously with your spectacled eyes.

Ahhhh such proximity,
my heart pounds.
My mind waits anxiously.

“May I see this book?”
You turn to me and ask.
“Yes of course”
I say and hand it to you.
You take it, sit aside me,
open the book, flip a pages few.

I look at you so immersed,
your slender fingers,
drooling over the words.
I start to talk about the book,
discussing, telling about it,
my opinion, my view.

You mention you wonder,
at this coincidence,
You call my bringing this book,
a divine interference.
I nod in affirmation,
elated at the start of this lovely conversation.
But I smile to myself,
with the feel of completion.

For it was only yesterday,
I had overhead you say,
how you eagerly wanted,
this book, to read.

For it took me,
under the blazing sun,
rigorous searching,
bookshops, some 61.

And for it took,
a sleepless night,
to read it through,
and develop my opinion, my view.

And so I smiled at you,
and nodded in confirmation,
of this coincidence,
which was in reality,
so very un-coincidental.

Murderer

2008-04-27T09:23:00.000-07:00

A storm awoke,
All the grass uprooted,
trees bent and broke.
Sky shone with startling thunder,
and in this wildly confusing chaos,
she came, to claim her plunder.

Her hair blowing most violently,
like a thousand snakes in the wind.
Her shirt, her skirt fluttered,
like a pirate’s flag at sea,
and as polished granite, shone her bare skin.

She walked to me and stood abreast,
wickedly smiled and gazed in my eyes.
Ohhhh her eyes, where she tamed those fatal tornadoes,
that brought to their knees, the toughest of foes.

Then she kept her warm hand,
on the left side of my chest,
and then she came nearer and whispered.

“Die…..”

With that her hand went through my skin, my ribs,
it reached my heart and held it,
then she pulled it out, bit by bit.
When she got it out, she kissed me,
stepped back and pushed me to fall.

I fell. Lost, hypnotized, captivated by her,
looted, snatched, robbed off my throbbing heart,
I fell and I lay unmoved on the grass.

I know I exaggerate her grand entry,
but this was just the impact she had on me.
Later I tried to talk, to interact,
but she was too cold, uninterested to be exact.
Or maybe she saw in me, some repelling lack.

But thank God it was just euphoric infatuation,
and not deep, entrapping, irreversible love,
and so in a month or so, I got up, stood again
And not long after, I grew my heart back.

Infatuation

2008-04-26T21:41:00.001-07:00

The teacher stood up front,
in the class, blabbering jargons.
Instructing us students,
like a herd of goats,
While I sat there indulged,
in time killing doodles.
Browsing day dreams,
and far fetched, lofty thoughts.

Just then from the window,
a herd of clouds flocked in.
Timidly tickling the window panes,
then diffusing all through.

Suddenly the room,
was engulfed in drizzly whiteness.
The board disappeared,
then the teacher, the adjoining desk.

Visual silence, set in,
as I looked around,
at nothing but white nothingness.

But hey, I saw something,
a couple of black orbs.
Still, calm, wet,
2 black orbs, closely set.

I kept looking,
their sight was mesmerizing.
Like a pair of black diamonds they were,
perfectly cut, flawlessly shining.

A few seconds passed,
very long seconds though.
Clouds found their way out,
and about the orbs,
more I came to know.

They turned out to be pupils,
eyeballs, as they say.
Placed in a pair of eyes,
which were placed in face..
The face a pretty girl,
who was but a classmate.

And she was staring at me,
curiously, intensely, seriously.
Staring at me, cause I was staring at her,
ceaselessly, lovingly, foolishly.

Suddenly the silence broke,
into a chorus of laughter.

‘He is lost!!” “Oh ho, in love??”

"Hahahahahaha hahahaha"

Teasing, taunting, questions,
from a few pestering classmates.
I cut my stare,
as I suddenly got aware.
Embarrassed I looked else where,
gulped, gasped, shook my head.
Looked down at my book,
and acted out indulgence,
in my time killing doodles again.

But my lips curved back up soon,
I stole a glance of her again.
My head was overly clouded
with ticklish drizzly bliss.

Now I think it was childish infatuation,
but certainly very wonderfully pleasing fascination.

When she was there

2008-04-26T08:30:00.000-07:00

When she was there, when there she was,
She left me bemused, like I never was.
Butterflies in the stomach, they say??

Oh hahahah, when she was there,
the butterflies barely in my stomach did stay.
They instead flew around in a million’s stock,
ensurging my sight till the very horizon.
Colorful, rhythmic, smooth, soothing,
conjuring the most mystifying illusion.

Ahhhh, what eternally colorful vista,
pushed me, unceasingly, into euphoric heaven.
And in the midst of this blissful sway,
there she was, oh ho there she was.
Tender, beautiful, with the most pleasing smile,
black pearl-like eyes, her childlike style,

What torture, I say, on my small little heart,
tickling, tantalizing, pinching it hard.

Oh when she was there, when there she was,
she had that magic that none could surpass.
Many infatuations, affairs after that,
but oh no no no, that magic none could surpass.

Oh no, don’t ask me what blissfully eternal torture it was,
when she was there, when there she was.

The Reason

2008-04-22T08:17:00.000-07:00

On his hospital bed, he lay unmoved,
staring at the fan going round.
His eyes wide open, but pupils motionless,
just as the furniture, the white walls around.

Smell of medicines, phenyl, urine, blood,
voices from other rooms, of pain.
Whispering nurses, talking doctors,
rolling stretchers, behind the door curtain.

Suffering from AIDS, a mockery of life,
a curse born out of careless fun.
Incurably ailed, he hopelessly waited for death,
by a disease, beyond the healers’ cun.

Heaps of capsules in the white china bowl,
Wrists, arms, ridden with holes of injections.
A life ridden with unanswered calls,
Ignorances, excuses, social rejections.

The doctors claimed, he could live a few years,
If he could take his overly heavy dose.
But he was unwilling to live, to bear,
and to oppose any more treatment, he chose.

“What reason has God left with me to live,
after this horrible curse that he has cast?”
As he just lay there, lost deep in sadness,
with teary eyes, himself he asked.

He now often tossed his pills, out of the window,
skipped prescriptions, offended the nurse.
Weak, bony, frustrated, critically healthy,
he was now so sick, he couldn’t be worse.

So one day, after hours of contemplation,
he finally reached the hard decision.
He will cease his life, now and here,
to live he had no hope, no reason.

So he rose from his bed, walked to the window,
stared out for a while, then lifted the pane.
He stood motionless for a few minutes,
contemplating his decision, again and again.

This had to be done!! So he started off,
lifted his leg and put it out.
Holding back with one hand, outside he leaned,
but just before he jumped, he heard a shout.

“HEY!!!” a panicked girl voiced,
from the window right in front of his room.
He looked at her, she was scared,
probably thinking of him, as a suicidal loon.

He was frozen, speechless, unable to jump,
embarrassed he gulped, then fixed a bit, his hair.
Managed a half smile, to cover his guilt,
felt ashamed, awkward, by her worried stare.

He struggled back inside the room,
Confused, panting, he fell on the floor.
Then he slowly got up, reached for the window,
to look at her face, once more.

Seeing that he was back and safe,
she smiled at him and waved.
He looked at her, managed a mixed expression,
happy to see her, but sad his attempt that had failed.

He limped back to his bed,
grumped, sighed, bit his nails and then lay down.
Later noon, evening, night he did lay,
sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a frown.

Next morning, very early he woke up,
went to the window and looked outside.
there she was, combing her long black hair,
listening to some song, on the transistor by her side.

Another patient she was, in the adjoining wing,
in hospital attire, weak, palish, thin.
But beautiful, simple, attractive, appealing,
the person who had saved him from doing the sin.

He went to the bathroom, had a bath, shaved,
dressed in clean clothes, combed his hair.
Took a thick book, went to the window,
and there he smartly sat on a chair.

It was not long before she noticed him,
and so he soon heard, the familiar ‘hey’.
Just the initiation was need for these lonely souls,
with that done, they chatted through the day.

The nurse, the doctor, the pills, syringes,
he met, he talked, he took with a smile.
He chatted, he shared, commiserated with her,
feeling light, happy, hopeful all the while.

Victims of the same disease,
they understood, encouraged each other.
Inspired by this new friend, he restarted,
his drug dose, with faith, to become better.

Days and weeks passed from that first day,
from liking to love, his feelings changed.
She was so like him, in views and thoughts,
that he felt their meeting was divinely arranged.

His health improved, his weakness died down,
doctor said that he could now live for a few years.
He was happy, content with his improvement,
he now ignored his curse and fatality fears.

So one day, they said he could now go out,
he was strong enough to walk or even go home.
It was like a new life, with new future,
though short, he didn’t want to live it alone.

He went to the window, to tell her about it,
she was not there, the window was shut.
Maybe she was sleeping or had gone for a test,
He was too happy, had to share this, but.

He dressed, went out, bought some roses,
and went straight ahead on the way to her room.
She had told him her room number,
so he searched for it and found it soon.

In a dark corner of the building it was,
last door in the hallway, low lit, unclean.
He knocked once, twice, thrice,
nothing to be heard, no one to be seen.

He turned the handle, opened the door,
felt very surprised with what he did see.
Racks, almiras, cartons of supplies.
A store???? How could this be?

He searched around, inquired the hospital staff,
they all confirmed, the room as a store.
Strange, shocking, unbelievable, disturbing,
he confirmed it, till his doubts were no more.

Her name, details, were not on the records,
nor of present or anywhere in the past.
How??? He asked himself repeatedly,
till the fact was utterly clear at last.

Shocked, as he was, he speechlessly stood,
thinking if it all, was reality or an illusion.
It took him a few hours to accept,
the fact, that he had been in love with his imagination.

But what wonder this was, he thought,
that the reason, the hope to live ahead.
had been personified and came calling him,
and it managed to pull him out of certain death.