Immersion

I’ve immersed in d’ river,

not my sins

Not my hesitation or fear

Not my loneliness

Not my ego, nor my silence,

I’ve immersed all my dreams

Elegant nightmares, so awesome

No rationality, no true reason

for d’ immersion!

It’s all, beyond being pardoned

Me, an artisan,

engaged in shaping dreams

With tender touch of my fingers

using my delicate gadgets

Dreams, smeared with my pleasure, my woes

Painted with innumerable rainbows

It’s so soothing, so affectionate

So appealing, hard to calculate

I kept it close to my chest

Last evening, things happened

all of a sudden

I took a startling decision

Made up my mind, for an immersion

of my wishes, my goal

my destination, my desire, and all

All in a row, in d’ river

Lifted d’ effigy from it’s alter

Never looked in to its eyes,

no scope yielded to surmise

Mystic guilt shrouded my mind

never waited for a few second

Dragged it to d’ river flow

Released my clutch & let it go

In d’ morning a group of boys

Took bath in d’ river

Dived in to d’ depth of d’ water

Recovered it in piecemeal

One picked up a foot, other few fingers

Women with water carrying vessels

Found its eyes, full of thoughts

Washer man, washing garments

Discovered ears, with precious ornaments

Its chest, pulled to d’ river bank

By a flock of street dogs & abandoned,

to get dried up in d’ scorching sun

That’s d’ fate of my stupendous dream

shattered, smashed, made me scream

Now my watchful look,

stretched in all direction

for collection

To trace each mini bits of my dream

To put d’ broken pieces together

Assemble it back, to its original character

I wish to sob, I wish to weep

Beat my forehead with cup of my hand

It’s an uphill task

And to myself several questions I ask