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!