I seek to define
a niche for myself
that steers clear
of promises
of any boundaries of heaven or hell.
for these neither inspire
nor instil any fear
to incline me to seek to possess
a paradisal fortune
grand opulence or charm of youth
there's no desire
to rest by rivers of milk
i thirst not to drink
of goblets of wine
for these appear
mere trappings that lure
to clothe ego
with pretence of eternal shine.
neither do I wish
to experience fire of hell
purulent drinks, its stench or the slime
or repugnant feel of crawl
when reptile or insect
comes to creep inside
in crevices of singed, scorched skin.
I've had leisure
of many a pleasure
and I've burned enough
with anguish and pain
without loyalty and love
tasted venom of betrayal
which couldn't have been less
than sting of viper
or another poisonous snake!
So release me
set free with Your Love
set my records to clear
for i am willing to reside
let me be
on scroll of Your roll
to honour and serve
I'll eternally abide
with promise of intent -
despite foil and folly
I'll endeavour
to follow, what little
Ive understood of Your will.
Do take me to Yourself
beyond inferno and bliss
You've been my quest
since a while ago
just let me dwell
in a humble abode
by base of Your throne
i'll find a seat
and keep equanimity and peace
to give company to soul.
