The Lie Has No Sleep

O Death,
whom are you subduing with the fear of your saw—
one whose nest Rahu has placed... beyond death itself?

Be it white flower or black,
life is still better before the dance,
to death, life is merely a flash of light,
a trap surrounded by depths, and all in all
just a pillow and a quilt's embrace!

O night,
don't wake with wood in your eyes like that,
sleep now, you too,
as light sleeps,
and with it sleeps some clamor.

Lullabies,
tucked in emotion's envelope—
a handful of love letters,
the ache of wounds—
everything sleeps, doesn't it!

Only weariness keeps cooling down,
yet alas, no one truly sleeps!

I see everyone's a liar...!
Ah, lies, ah, lies!—
the whole world has fallen asleep,
only you remain sleepless!