The Day You Died For Me
by Fiza Pathan
Journeying across the mountainous region
With a scroll with words of song upon it.
Looking for the Arabian Seer
The one who would take my breath away.
And encase it in his jar of phantoms and wraiths.
This is the only way to lose my mind
In this land of isolate desolation.
Unintelligible is the sound of love,
That I’ve left behind me
In the tomb of eternal rest.
I will not look again that way
With my thoughts on the forever.
Your name will never cross my lips
But it may cross my mind forever and ever.
Towards the cave of the sage I run
Betel leaves within my scarred mouth I chew.
Remembering of days long ago
Ebbing like the tide beneath my minds feet.
I know that you are no more, you are long gone.
Eternity has marked you for its groom.
Thus I saddled up my wares
Sold my merchandise to my only adopted son.
Then with scroll in hand, ashes covering my face,
Making penance for love’s absence.
But if I lose my way
I am sure that I will die.
Bandits from the tribal kingdoms
Shall take me by the hair.
They will scorch me in the heat of day.
And tie me on the stake of death.
But I’ll not go back to my land.
I won’t go back to you or your grave.
I won’t revive my passion anew.
Though the air is cold, and the barren land old.
I’m not going to come back home again.
I’m on my way to the spring of immortality
With reverence shall I give and take
With each blessing that my master bestows
My lacerations which your death caused
Will heal my spirit.
Your phantasm will haunt me now
But I won’t be afraid of desert banshees
Or the fury of the vile vixen
I’ll go along my way towards the setting sun.
Make my new abode in the heart of the divine.
I cannot look back again
Because I’ll be turned into salt crystals
Then I’ll be tossed away by winds of The Tao
And revel in the stigmatist wrappings.
He will covet me with his right hand
And raise the left hand towards your memory.
But I won’t go back, I will not return home.
My land is no more my own.
Your death has taken away my peace
My life has not a soul to care for.
So let me go, let me go to
To the land of eternal redemption.
Don’t forgive me and I’ll not forget you
Don’t let your ghost haunt me.
Just let me leave, today you have died for me.
Easwar Arumugam says
Fine composition. When a desolate heart speaks it agony in volumes, who can bear it. Like this line:’Eternity has marked you for its groom.’
Thank you Sir.