The Last Page Poem by Lekshmi Menon

A dropp of honey to soothe my burning heart
A tinge of ecstasy to hide these pricking blues
A swim across Lethe to sink into nothing but oblivion
Ah! Things impossible are the things most desired.

Irreparable has my heart turned
Incorrigible has my life become
Incapable am i to pull myself back to me
Invisible turned the path that took me here.

Memories are delightful at times
But like a bleeding hunch, it hurts
Whenever i lie back and chase them.
Everything seems so strange; utter darkness,
Have i gone blind or am i dyed terribly in black?

Malediction! oh! its beginning to close,
Winding round, a wild and cruel suffocation.
Its hard to breathe, i am doomed forever.
No shimmering light or a rosary of hope to hold on to.

No recollections, No utterances, No more impossible desires.
I know the one thing i can ask for and that i have called for.

If death be the last page
Why do people strive hard to read till the end?

Haven’t i done that too? Am i not climbing the same wall?
What a great revelation?
So let the winds take me to the last page
And let me finish what i started long back.

If only i could rewrite the pages of my destiny
This last and cursed bud would never have breathed air.
Too late to refiill my shrinking veins with the spilled blood.
Hanging i am hanging in between.

The trees that would make the wood for my coffin
The flowers that would sweeten the melancholy of my grave
Grow faster, I am a step closer to death.
Rains that would wash the stains of my earthly trunk
Pour swiftly, i am still a bit closer
I wonder by the time you are ready
I will already be asleep forever.