My Future Incarnations Poem by LALATENDU KABI

The sky is not truly blue,
Nor does the ocean wear that hue.
It's this eye's infinite gleam,
That paints the world in bluish dream. (1)

In endless space, like fiery light, Through birth and deeds, I take my flight.
Invisible currents guide my way, Beyond the seen, where shadows play. (2)

Or in the ocean's deep embrace,
Like a ship that meets ill fate,
Within your gaze's hidden space,
I vanish, as Titanic lost to fate. (3)

You'll forget me, as time flows,
In its unceasing, endless rows.
But I'll return in youthful grace,
In new forms, to take new embrace. (4)

False blues in clouds and skies above,
False colors that the heavens shove.
In grassy vines and trees so green,
Mountains, streams—a vibrant scene. (5)

Within this green, life's dance unfolds,
Youthful vigor, stories unfold.
Each year, new life begins to play,
In pulses fresh, in bright array. (6)

With dream-filled eyes, I feel the pull,
Of beauty's fierce, magnetic lull.
Thus, in this world, I find my place,
I'll often descend to this place. (7)

by Lalatenndu Kabi