The hazed images, <br />eerie resonances, <br />mysterious odours <br />cold touches <br />transcending the known <br />into the unknown. <br />The world is it of the dead. <br />Or, this piece of time’s slice <br />livings own. <br /> <br />He stood <br />on the threshold <br />between cognisant <br />and insentient. <br />Gawking at the sky <br />eyes closed, he espied <br />dangling noose, <br />inviting at the end of <br />the bough <br /> <br />Nocturnal silences heard, <br />ready for a new dawn. <br />Sensed, to stir, <br />every creature waiting. <br />He was deaf to the devil’s <br />smile in his being. <br />He wanted to feel <br />pass through his person <br />every birth twinge. <br /> <br />Advancing, <br />putting the noose ring <br />around his neck. <br />Not awaiting, <br />his soul’s prolix reasoning <br />disturb his poise, <br />he jumped embracing <br />the agony to be born <br />into the world of the dead. <br /> <br />Once, delivered <br />from liquid to ether <br />he had screamed and cried <br />Now as he left <br />the last gasp <br />he did not whimper. <br />The corpse swayed, <br />a mute testimony <br />of insatiable craving to be born again...<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mephistopheles-mesmerizes/
