We must again,
learn these mundane paths,
these routs we repeat every day,
for the first time.
We must reexamine everything
with the set of new eyes.
We must scape the dungeons of shapes,
these masks of selfhood!
We must un-identify ourselves
to unshroud our maskless identities.
This room,
my dungeon,
this excavation of beholding embryos
on the dance of fire on ceiling
are profuse,, opulent with unseen stars,
these burst of blinking sparkles.
This canopy of brilliance
versus the dark reality,
brimful of white hydrangeas
of genuine moments,
like stems drilling through cement walls and ceilings
to find their milky ways
crawling up the heavy dirt
to ethereal weightlessness,
to the springs of scents and colour diffusion.
to the explosion in blue!
These feelings that
blink in darkness,
insane sprinkling of sanity
of burning stars,
these sprinkling stardust,
these falling spark
from the blackboard of nights,
like dipping the pick off your pen
in night's ink.
to versify the moon
on the white paper,
to use the darkness versus itself,
the moments of being with you,
the ascendancy of a soul flaming through the bars of
small windows,
these arm of lanterns hold through the bars of this dungeon.
The egress
of the fishes of impulsion,
with their beguiling tails,
in the deep-sea aquarium
to the faraway distance of dreams!
these fishes of feelings
stripped by their transparency to the bones,
this diffusion of skeletons,
these melt dissipation of colours
to crystal clarity,
to the fireworks of enlightenment
on the doorless walls.
The blast of spectrums within
the dream inside a crayon box of gardens!
The aquarium of childhood
in the declamation of rains!
-these repeating wet roads,
these bridges of rainbows
that except in the dream
do not surmount into,
or rain on
anything.
