Self Immolation

Self Immolation

Seasons change
I go on

As I lie on this makeshift cross
Nailed with words
Spread-eagled
Under the mango tree
With a scorching sun above
And bird droppings
For company

Was it night
That left in a huff
Or a plaintive day
As soundless as a coffin

Night and day
Day and night
Passing in stealth

I am but a dead weight
On this cross
It cannot sustain me
Drunk as I am on an elixir of past

Let me remind you
Of a promise you made,
A journey into the unknown
On a boat with no oars
And very still water beneath
From continent to continent
Where no echoes may reach
On this exquisite journey
In a tessellated world

If you have not yet bought
The ticket to eternity
Let us just sit on this boat
And wait for the whisper of a wind

Better still,
Let me immolate myself on you
In a mystic rite
Crucified as I am

This convulsive moment
Comes once in a lifetime
And I would not
Trade it for a life
On the ground
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Yoyage Series & Other Poems 2007
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