It seems like waking up from a long slumber,
And I still feel dizzy, yet I try to remember,
Why am I having this feeling as of seeing some wonder,
There is nothing else around me but flashlights of thunder,
I look around myself gaping, and wind, through me begins to plunder,
What I was and what I have become,
For I have lost the feeling to lose and win some,
But still I hear noises, amidst I see something chrome,
And it seems that here I am not alone,
I see through darkness and I see many images in a moment gone,
Hey ! but my entire life I have been blind,
Is it a dream or God is out of his mind,
But even in this surprising moment no solace I could find,
Before this only in dreams I had experiences of this kind,
I see for options where I can verify this and with any event I can bind,
I look around in the dark for an answer,
For this eyesight gift is eating me like a cancer,
I was a blind beggar, now vaguely I remember,
And believe me by no means I am a pretender,
I used to see through my hands and for me it was clearer,
My entire life I have been waiting for this day,
When I can see through these eyes and my experiences I could say,
But everything seems chaotic and happiness seems to be at bay,
Suddenly at the farthest end I see a gleam but hopeful ray,
It goes out soon and with it goes whatever hope I had,
Still my heart is devoid of any feelings and has seemingly gone mad,
It doesn’t feel happy nor does it feel sad,
I also couldn’t understand whether to cry or be glad,
Suddenly something tells me I am dead and this isn’t life,
This experience carries on in a loop with a lot of strife,
My experiences, in my ‘AFTERLIFE’…

-RAVI SHANKER SRIVASTAVA