Solace me, chap !

Pravin Thongam *

Dying with consciousness
An ambition of humans.
I insert every split second of my life -
The death in us,
To make my life more exuberant.
Why isn't everyone following this?
Bemused ? Bemoan to yourself !
I'm floating in a sea of consternation
Taking my own pleasure from the absurd questions of my mind.
My dilatory inside being delving the answers
Of the deluxe questions posed by My Ferment mind.
Split seconds of my life -
Flaying me up for being a diffident being
Now, I want to leave this middle for the shore
Denuding my chaotic mind to spry
To experience every remaining split seconds of my life
Enlivening, more effervescent....
But it seems to be miles away
That I cannot clear, a hankering out of toy calibre.
Heading up in the midnight sky,
Yet, no soothing breeze there is!
Laying my head on my own shoulder -No more Hope's eruptions for Life,
Yet only tears of a kind -Broken dreams with despair.
I hear an echo of blues from "Inner self,
Echoing deep and sharp from the place unknown.
"Solace me, Chap !"
Let not me roll down again;
In this midnight, I long to see the big light from the east.
I ain't fake!
Take this chilly breeze away,
Just a glimpse Of The big Light from the East,
Oh please !