What I saw that night

The road I remember was swampy and dark
Those features were trademark showing
the absence of its virginity, road that spoke
of having coitus with sinister spirits, road
that smelt of smooth soil and monsoon wind
like a soul staring my poor bleeding heart
Road that spoke of scars, of pain, of misery,
of debt, of hate, of rape, of trampled path,
of death, of strive
for existence, of lost purpose, of unwise decision
Yet the road was dark, embracing the art
of self sacrifice, I could see it, smell
the homeliness, even the flash light
of my phone couldn't suffice to cure it

I was walking further down the path
with my mobile as a torch light and
mentally immobile, I was scared
of heading towards night that was
more and more dank and quiet
Winds were blowing stronger with
my heart being kept in a fridge
I then suddenly dropped my phone
as if being seized by the soil
I bowed down to pick it up but
I was in turmoil, aware of a smell
quite familiar, was it coming
from soil itself or the road that toiled
to keep itself sane, answer I wanted
The smell was so serene I paused
the thought while I demanded
an answer, the soil then spoke
of birth, of sex, of love, of hate, of life, of death, of art, of science, of music, of noise, of sorrows, of joy, of smiles, of cries, of truth, of lies
I picked up my phone, deja vu striked
While still unswered, I looked at soil
and it commanded me to move forward

Not much far ahead, I saw wind get high
and drunk decoding meaning of life
swirling and swaying in search of light
"Come if you dare"; that's what they said
It now smelt of footsteps no longer dead
Just when I thought I had been used to
the dreaded darkness, a spark from thin air
with a burning starkness punched my chest
making my heart bleed more, melting its ice
I was then clenching my chest, with
my eyes wide open, craving for tears and cries
my eyes went moist and vision went blur
With what I saw next, I was surprised
I saw a peculiar bright right next to my torch light
So I wiped my tears and dilated my eyes
What I saw was a tree full of fireflies
And that smell yet again met my nose
My life I abhored, so I shed my tears
from feelings I'd never encountered before
I proceeded forward, hoping for a closer look
It looked at me with infinite compassion
I regretted not listening to the road, so striking sparks in my mind made me realise
I despise the things lying below my foot
and don't see the lies that deceive my eyes
The tree had seen right through everything
So I went near it, wept and pleaded
for forgiveness, for stupidity, for lies,
for murder of innocence, for despise
A second went by and I saw the picture white
A blissful experience new to my soul
where the path was bright with
heaven on earth, and this was my tree
that spoke of heaven, of earth, of moon, of sun, of tears of joy, of smiles,
of soul, of art, of passion, of music, of good, of blessings, of bravery, of life and death
and then it stopped, knowing I was craving for more,
It replied; "Hear what I have to say further down the way. May the road and the soil keep you blessed"
Well, I learnt the wisdom that will have been
engraved on my mind, that there never has been
a tree more enlightening than the Night Flowering Jasmine