Lumiered illusion - the poem
My breathing is a metaphor
Implying dead fringes of a zephyr
Why so silent is the valley more….
Mystery of a mind deepens lumiere
Shy sheathing maroons inner wishes
Piping hot is the freezing veracity
Emptiness sparkle pregnant niches
Between the mind and heart fallacy
A secluded slice of paper thin hope
Yet crumbles under the tight hug
Let me kill the reasoning mind rope
Once at least furthering the tug
Intense touch of the fingers
Skin to skin be only leftovers of senses
Day and night infused in us
Eternal climax of galloping credences
Twined frail steps of a-la’-carte soaring dream
Scatter let them not on a desert called life
Watering new roots to dive deep
To an eternal lux of nothingness!!!!
You are an illusion evermore
A zephyr to a marooned metaphor
Mystery soaring to dusk inside
Watering the eternity with tears...........
They are allowed if in happiness!!!!!!