Transcendence

Afterlife

From the blazing holy fire
Her soul wakes to eternity.
The sun burning her desires
Into a nymph-like soul and beauty.
Everyone wet with tears,
Broken hearts and pain all around;
While she, free from all fears
Travels to a new fair ground.

By the road of afterlife
There were stars during the day
The colours of the flowers revived
And a bird flew ahead in her way.
There was a brook so clean
Where no reflection turned in error.
It had but, a brimming water so sweet;
Post taste which no mouth could bitter.

She waits by the brookside
With the mischievous river breeze
Tingling, and playing with her calm eyes;
Locked to the horizon, and to the ease.
When the leaves rustle to laughter
Her hair flutters alongside the winds;
There was a bird she chased after,
Running into worlds she had never seen.

It was a road long enough,
Only the traveller could feel it stretch.
Though a songbird and a hearty laugh
May cause the mind to distract.
At the end, she found her tie
Gliding down and perched on a boulder
Her face ripped a grin: a wide smile
And it gets her, only growing younger.

But at the end of the path
There comes a tricky diversion,
Only one was to be traversed upon
Discrinating reality, from illusion.
Did she know, she had a board?
She might have missed it in the way:
The time was now for wisdom scored
She had been wondering of it all day.

She now walks on an untravelled road
While her shadow sneaks to the other one.
She, welcomed with grapes and mangoes,
On the other side her shadow slowly burned.
She heard the music played by Pan
When her shadow screamed out her sins
And she touched the early morning rain
While being in a hard purgatorial ceremony.

And there is a forest in the sky,
Where the summer lingers nearby.
She has anew world, caught in her eyes
That lived again, since she had died.
There she found a staircase to a tree
Surrounded by some golden glittery leaves.
So, if that is her home, let her be
The shade will give her back all peace.

One may meet her when they go
In the land, singing songs of hope
And a fact that must you know
She had no friends, she has no foe,
On the other hand, her foul shadow
Crying aloud, with a darker glow
You can go, find her, and meet her too
It's up to the road, that you will choose.

©himadri_chekanidhara