Immobile Poem by Somnath Roy

Empty spaces feel me from inside
Like a large vacuole engulfing its prey
I feel a minute tinge of pain, running down my spine
I feel light, I experience something divine
Black shadows encircle around me, Communicating
with my soul, beckoning it to interpret their silent words
A pale glow pre-dominates in the eyes,
Eyes that've seen much, tolerated much,
Eyes that've seen every loving touch,
The blackenend blood winds its way upto the poisoned heart
Sending pulses for it to relieve the body of any more misery.

People around me talk in some unknown language,
Unknown, or known, but seems to be unknown?
A svelte veil shields the animate from the inanimate
I ask slowly. 'Is this what it feels like to be enlightened? '
A voice deep inside cogitates, and whispers,
'This is what feels like
Death.'