Rising Again

My nights, when not spent in hurriedly studying for the exams, or used up sleeping due to the college routine, are often utilized in thinking and imagining fantastic things; which is why my mother often calls me an 'old aunt', i guess. But as long as talking and imagining help me solve the everyday problems without rousing a suspicion of me being a lunatic, i guess i will let that continue! 

Here is a poem, coincidentally very much apt for posting here on this blog after such a long break.

Rising Again

I  know;
The moment before, and the moment
after I whisper the deafening words
will be the moment i face death
and revive again.

I imagine the contours of your face
change,in amusement;
the realization of truth will change them to shock.
And disgust, I am afraid.
I try to tread gently,
but trip over my own tears,
while my hands tear at my hair.

I am afraid I have thought too much,
and need to rest now.

Pray, when the moment finally arrives,
listen to my cries once, kiss me,
and then push me away.
I know
I will smile and lie down,
right there,
when you have satisfied
your curiosity
and spewed all your amazement.
I will smile at your inability to lie.

And i know too,
that the icy marble of my room
will make me sleep better
than the silken blankets.

I will awaken to rise up then,
and not step down.