It’s late at night
and in a restless state
I stare outwardly, blank
into the deep dark corridors of time
and i see nothing.

But a faint outline of an imageless imagination

Wrapped in a void,

Floating freely,

lost in the vast cosmos all around

as if not belonging to it all..

In one measureless measure

far beyond thought.

And once again

I see nothing.

And in the round circle of a movement

called Life,

I see a world beyond a world

swivel in a tryst caught amidst the mesh of time

In an axis in rotation, in turn,

turn round and round…

and often I am tempted to lose “myself”
behind
this hyperion mask
Of awkwardness,
As I search inwardly

and discard ,
All that I craved for randomly,
All that I dreamt of silently,
All that I desired breathlessly,
across many waking hours
of my wavering holding past.

and then, by my deepening quest
For a subtle refuge
I shed silently, my conscious belief

Amidst all those twinkling stars

and amidst their angelic shields

In the freckled darkness of the deepening night,
I await,

for the first glorious rays of sunshine

To arrive swiftly,

In awakening….