Left with a stick to hold in his hands..
The old man lies on the floor..
Struggling to see through the window..
It's a chamber of dream
with its fright becoming a delight..
A delight-
of weeping vengeance
A delight-
of illusive fragrance.
And,the old man-
Ready to taste this straw wine...
Ready to find the way to salvation
amidst the dust..
Killing the lust..

One day the doors rattle,
This heavenly silence,vanquished...
That deadly clamour creeps through.
The old man can stand up...
Open up his eyes...
But he gasps...
starts sweating out...
sweat his fright out,
sweat his delight out...

And,the grey paradise goes on alluring his eyes..
Reaping a soul out of disguise...
He rubbed his tears off..
but with a palm that is too dusty to cleanse..
The heavenly hell is left behind...
He's onto a new destination....
An ode to captive redemption!!