Unlocking The Unconscious Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

everyday I have her presence,
swaying in the half light air,
walking front of me in silent steps,
being visible in darkness,
yet fail to hold her hovering hand
that is about to touch my erring soul...
NO...is the call...
time is yet to come...
when that heavenly hand would willingly urge me...
hold IT my boy...
yes time has come...
yes time has come to witness her presence,
to smell her charm,
to have her heavenly hospitality,
and to share our sorrow and joy together...
thereby to be intoxicated
in a stream of consciousness with our half conscious souls...