The Rising

Someday I shall repeat myself

Gifting life its space

When the sun shall dry shallow waters

Walking at its pace

Shadows roving by my side

And wind clinging to the wrap

I would rise from the ashes again

And place my scars on the map

When in stillness shall smolder days

And asperse the clamored notions

Again I would want the skies

And seek to walk the oceans

Nox* shall then disown me

And stars will forget my face

I would then, be my second

And prevail the duel with grace

There may not be tales galore

And scripts may not run very miles

But I would still regale my foes

And may cause a few smiles

Except that I need to hold long breath

Nourish my soul and choose my cage

For me to have to prey again

And engrave a new unsullied page

Till then I must rest myself

In fidgety slumber, on sore bed

For me to recur self someday

Rising from the dead

Himanshu (April, 2004)

Nox*: Goddess of Night