LIGHT YEARS HENCE

There's a crooked path leading to the deep dungeons of mind,

Crooked, dark, almost hidden by overgrown bushes,

Crawlers & climbers,

Once removed, a slender strip of pathway is visible

Amidst long blades of grass & ancient trees which

Overshadow the patch of deep brown mud

I walk through hesitant

Lest I should disturb an order set

Aeons back

But I still walk on ...I halt...I think....

I pursue...

At last I reach the door

Here too the threshold is overburdened with growths

Afterthoughts.........................

Almost hiding the entrance

I try to push aside the burdens with one hand

And grope the knob withered with age

And time.......................

I give it a slight push

Light years have passed by

I have not tried to seek the door

Or pull the latch

Wil it succumb now to my touch?

Yes, it does with an almost invisible shudder

Creaks to a halt

Inches wide

I push some more softly then with force

It screaches but gives way too

I wrench it now from its unused hinges

And it falls apart

Its dark inside

Very dark

The sunlight has not passed through

For sooooooooo many years

It is difficult to spot anything inside

Or perhaps it's dense inside

So dense....................(almost to infinity)

That it has sucked in everything

Light, water, air

So close like a tight, invincible grip

That it does not let out

Even a streak of substance

It gravitates around itself

And is happy like that

Let me poke through this black hole

And see whether I burn my fingers

Or I can burn down the blackness inside

With my persistent touch

Let's see whether the silver strips of

Thoughts and colours

Are able to spill out

And spread all over

Like an upended crystal bowl of

Prismatic H2O.....................