Follies

How curious that I understand now

What I didn't know when I was inside my skin,

Like a tossing leaf on the ground, I spent my life,

I didn't feel the pleasure of holding the ground firm.

As a rock does, and even an insect is adept at,

Can an actor ever appreciate his own performance ?

Throbbing though with abundant elan and verve,

It is only the audience that tastes the spell of curves.

And the arrows of sweet expressions and killing tones,

I am gone but you don't feel guilty that fate uplifted me,

And sent to the world that is a place where souls merge.

Or can it be called as a place, only I know and can't tell you.

It is I only who owed my killing and I myself made it happen,

I caused my sudden lapse from this world of flesh and mind,

To my grave, people and you come and place redolent flowers,

And express grief and sadness over my passing away so early.

How could I tell you that not only can I gauge my digressions,

I can also penetrate your mind and soul and wander all space,

Did you realize that I just kissed you and made love to your soul ?

The wild touches I gave to you without having hands and the skin.

I tell you that when we are across the ocean and find us alone.

We can see the waves in everyone's heart and mind like a mirror,

Strange that you are so scared of death, ghosts and darkness,

Believe me that things nocturnal are not as intimidating at all.

All fear, suspense and cravings belong to the living world only,

This world is not dreary and how wonder we walk without feet.

We need no tongue when we want to speak and no mind to think,

One thing happened is that now the sun is settled in my soul perfect.

And I can talk to you if you dare come out of your shell sometimes,

You would then know that all follies and blunders we make in life,

All that is seen, echoed and heard loud when one enters the earth !

© Harish Mamgain