Recollections, Realisations and Reverberations

The pinnacle of delight I climbed so playfully like a child

It was indeed childish; a desire rooted so much in ambition

The height had that idea to test that dose upon me so mild

To send the message that pleasure is just another apparition.

I was so proud of it, that I tried to pass my glee to all friends

Everyone responded to bid bye and to applaud my paltry feat

I tried to mix all of that in my mirth with such a loud cadence

Failed to realise that my head was going much above the feet

When the ‘metal-bird’ flew above the clouds, with me inside

My mind flew with it, not knowing that it was a tricky height

Then I knew not that there is a low equal for every high tide

Dreaming of the final destination, I began enjoying the flight.

There when the gatekeeper asked for my pass to cross the seas

I handed it to him with pride, there was the beginning of the end

Fault was with whom, but the world stood in front of me to tease

I simply prayed before them, but the rod was not there to be bent.

Then the long silence, all alone to face the gloomy music of disdain

A night of nightmare without having time to close the eyes to view it

There was nobody to spill some water over the fire to reduce the pain

Now it is all gone, the dream, and everything, just a small candle lit