Beyond Poem by Neela Nath Das

Beyond the mountainous known region
where mists cover the entire zone,
I'll have a ride with my loneliest soul,
without any map or any destined goal.
None known, none can see my veiled face,
Greens hug the lanes, under avenues embrace.
The clouds kiss cheeks and go up to fall as rain.
Over there, I long to wash my unnumbered pain.
Silence is the best word to throw for my love.
I'll breathe a prayer keeping the sky above.
Then I'll walk on the slabs of the frozen track,
to resign me from the clamor of the unwanted ruck.
There's a wall between me and my cherished will.
This life won't be enough my longing to fulfill.
Another life behind the door of this burdened life,
I know is waiting for me to give the keys to survive.
Or, there will be whirling a sudden circular storm,
which will break any man-made existing norm.
Hold my hand then and open my veiled face.
Do not let me go from your love-locked brace.