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Hegira (Art by Pooja Nameirakpam)
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Hegira

At the witching hour,

I am usually in between awe and gloom.

Reality does not seem to be my pal

For I incessantly seek

An Eternal Hegira

Where,

I don’t need to adumbrate against

The darkness of the night;

Where.

I could reveal myself freely;

Where,

My cicatrix flesh would be honorable;

Where,

I can laugh with reckless exuberance

And won’t have to crouch in iniquity…

Instead,

Radiate as an ancient patina;

Where,

My beloved would never behave wantonly;

Where,

My anima won’t be an inescapable labyrinth-

But

An alluring Eden of eudemonic flora;

Where,

My tears would morph into fairy sages;

Where,

I can be a flying pig

Or

A prudent dragon who is as old as Time.

Where is this haven?

And…

What must I do to manifest them all?

I dream up whimsically and hope…

All these are not only in my stellar consciousness.

I could share it with somebody too!

Why is the material existence so damned bleak ?

And,my chimera alike imagination immensely wild?

Sometimes,

I long to be tamed too…

Although,

By none other than The Crafty Old Wizard

Who would navigate my path by Heart;

Who would let me freefall

And,

Still catch me when I do!

How deplorable that…

All these exist

Only and precisely

Inside my head.

I feel like Alice.

Tell me this is real

And,

I was just asleep when I wake.

tell me,

This rabbit hole isn’t

A delusional phenomenon

But,

God’s Own Volition.

Why must I be this dreadful

And,

Why am I so very covetous?

For such a beautiful Maya

If at all it is one?

 

Wake me up if this is just

A dream…

Planted by a Jinn…

 

Wake me up!

Wake me up!

Wake me up!

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