Liberated

If liberation be found in the descent, in the cradle of an unknown
From the precipice, looking at the horizon, reading the cryptic signs
Reflections bend, disappear, appear again to dazzle the mind
No hand would reach there, no daring souls either
This journey will be a safe embrace and then an eternal cradle
Waiting for the skies to crack to reflect a world in anxious existence
Everything is reversed, time is taut; waiting to be liberated
Another birth on the other side of reality, without any celebration
Nothing will be conveyed, confirmed, but only speculation
Misplaced consciousness, only dereliction and erring reflections
-Amitav