PHOENIX

The night seems longer than the day....
It enfolds me and gives me respite....
All the cares and torments of the day
Recede and leave me in the lap of darkness.
I think……
I think and die a death…
Every night!
Every dark night I die to rise from my ashes….

My soul transforms and I wait eagerly for my death….
Every night!
Every dark night I die to rise from the ashes….
My self is a shadow of the self that had been ….
Before I learnt to die …..
I wait for the night to come
And help me redeem myself and purge my soul.
In the ears of darkness I whisper and forget,
Forgiving those who should not be forgiven.

Yet I choose to think….
And I think to die and once again
Rise and rise and rise from the ashes……