Confessions of a Fanatic.

Treading through the shadows, alone I walked

On the path which has no ending, and no start;

Cutting through the mist, alone I sailed

In the sea of tears of innocent wails;

Mesmerized, Hypnotized, Bewitched my soul had been

For millions of aeons, land I had not seen;

Locked up in the prison, of virtual walls

Never did I realize, that pride is followed by a fall;

Living like a fool, conforming with the herd

The picture of reality, thus becoming blurred;

Thinking that I am right, and the world is wrong

My ego had controlled me, for very long;

Unaware of my identity, being forever lost

Wretched I had become, like the one in 'Faust';

Unable to distinguish, the right and wrong

The true forces were becoming, unbearably strong;

There, just in front of me, was standing my doom

For any sort of doubt now, there was no room;

Running behind false ideals, all my life

Unaware of the reality, I had been;

I was dreaming to be a martyr and attain the 'Paradise'

Which in existence...never had been;

Scared I was, of some imaginary 'GUY'

With my true nature, I was refusing to comply;

O dear! I regret, what had I done;

In the name of something, which is nomore than a pun!

One more ring now, I have added to the chain;

Which binds me to this world, so mortal and profane!

The Epitaph

Shhhh...!! Say no more, let me enjoy this solitude now;
See for yourself, the bliss it brings along.
Can you hear now...my soul screams your name...
But alas! what can I do...I be there no more.
How shall I convince thy innocent heart?
Its laments I cannot see! But still thou be...
...the one you were, although time hath changed me.

Ask not again, for thou dost know, I have nothing to say;
Ask not though, but once...for I do have something to say.
Clueless I be, but still I must get done what is ought to be done;
Hence, this moment, I beseech thee...so look into my eyes.
Can you see, what I wish to say?
Can you hear what I wish to show? No! not the tears...
...for they won't stop; I ask thee once more, come near.

Did the thrush deliver my songs to you?
Did the flowers make thee cry?
And then did the butterflies catch those tears?
Oh! tears no more my love, now cheer!!
Look at the sun, setting behind those hills;
And behold the beauty of dusk, and rain showering...
...its heavenly pearls, shalt cheer thee up for sure!

Close thy eyes, and know it now; what has passed...
...cannot be changed. Past no more thy enemy be,
Live right now, right here. What of me? I be no more;
I lay in peace, love and no fear. Look up, and read those lines,
The epitaph says...mourn not, my love, be brave.
Thy floods of tears, won't bring me back; I live eternally,
in the memories we both cherished.

Forgive me though, no valediction I bade;
But wasn't it then for good? I never went,
I always was and will always be, in your heart...
...I belong nowhere, but there...forever.
This little rose, now that you put on my grave,
Indeed dost make me cry. But helpless I be...
...for we do know; that corpses cannot cry!