Sailing Through A Vision Poem by Debashree Kachari

Time is melting like a piece of
cheese,
And the night is cold; a hooded
owl flies,
As the moon appears in the empty
sky.
In the darkness I sat,
With the silence of eternity
around me...
I drank a hundred jugs of golden
wine,
Sipping the antique draught of
sorrow;
Alone with my shadow I kept on
drinking,
Until all faded into a deep
oblivion...
Awhile a sigh fell in the silence,
And a still image hover'd before
my eyes,
Ah! It was my belov'd!
I asked myself,
Whither way has she gone?
Didst she loved me for love's
sake...? ?
And the answer was naught, but a
surreal quietness!
Silently the gloomy night grows
with time's flow,
Now, I can hear the rustling
melody of the the wind
In a gusto, on the poplars and the
elms;
And I can't sleep,
For I am emptied of all my
dreams...
I was the servent of art, carrying
the casket of beauty,
How beautyful was my beloved!
Robed in the raiment of her
delicate modesty;
She was the purest hope in my
remorse,
An inspiration in this obscure
world.
Carrying the warm lamp of life in
this journey,
Now, as the blue mist rises from
the mountain groves,
I open'd my slumbering eyes,
Soon, a tear drop fell in my chalice
of wine,
Then I smelt the odors of roses
and jasmine,
And saw their fading petals
fluttering abobe me;
As I slept like a carcass,
And beside me stood,
The ruined tombs of the mortal
world...