Ambiguous Song Poem by Afzal Juneja

One more rotation has accomplished, one more day has passed by,
And here I sit, gazing the dark; the darkness of the night sky,
Such a darling beauty in the black veil, flaunting all her jewels, lover or curse?
She whispers, "Kiss me and I will tell you all the magical verse",
Maybe the sparkles, that I've seen in my dreams, they never really exist,
And when all the wonders would be sold to solitude, there shall we kiss,
Maybe a lover or maybe a curse, very rare whispers can wait for long,
My words got no meaning still, I am stumbling upon one ambiguous song.

Still sitting here, gazing the path; the path dusting all its daylight chaos,
Then, gazing crowd, rushing to their bed; migrating ‘today', to the shelf of ‘was',
Some are dancing with the aroma of sweat, some still tackling the time,
While I was conquered, all I want is a pair of green eyes and a glass of wine,
My perception got no clue; do being clueless, can be perceived as a blessing?
Then I see, a baby bird falling from the nest, falling? or is he learning to swing?
Everybody sells realization, no one taught me uncertainty— I yawn,
My words got no meaning still, I am stumbling upon one ambiguous song.

Now, I wish for the sunset, hoping someday sunset may wish back on me,
Then I wish crimson, like thousands of vineyards has blended in the sea,
Crimson; I recall the blood of ambitious boy touched by a man of mess,
I feel something, like a thorn in each breath; a thorn of nothingness,
Who am I? believer of rhymes, aesthetics, which many eyes can't perceive,
One humanly cloak to conceal animality; whose skin, I desire to deceive,
Now, I see melancholy and anguish; as brutal twins were born,
And then, I request my darling, "Stay, let me sleep, until they are gone",
She whispers, "Stand, embrace them— the prophets of ambiguous songs".