Night is turning fair
Sparkling with litchi – lighted trees.
Dancing drum beats rival the tapping feet
The delectable, chocolaty cake
with heaven’s gardens upon its melting face.
Waiting to be sliced by the serrated knife.
Soon all is left is the empty cardboard tray
eerily reminiscent of the end of a life.
The candles with each passing season
burn in exuberant splendour.
Steadily increasing their numbered fire
Lighting up my shadowy walk
seeking to merge with the final pyre.
A day signifying the tolls of mortality
Every moment, the very last
For life will never find these paths again.
A fresh chapter when all is read
Celebrated with gusto to neutralize
the molten sadness of transient youth,
Amidst grim reminders, let me imagine-
newer delights peeking over the setting sun
A new house for the weary soul
Accumulated burdens of right and wrong
shrugged with relief onto the purifying flames.
A familiar bird, a phoenix so pure
Rising above the fumes and grime
May she seek the heavens and feel the earth
Shaking off regrets and loosening the chains
Flying around with renewed vigour
nourishing the decomposing soul till it is ready
to jump into the earthly cycle again.
Thus fortified with my vision of immortality
Dismissing ‘Death” with an ease of changing a book’s cover
In sync with the chorus of a musical ‘happy birthday’
with robust clapping accentuating my inner efforts.
Smiles all around as I blow out the last candle
I envisage in sudden loneliness –
A day on this lovely earth