It is a world beyond this world--- 138
It is a world beyond this world
It is a world beyond the word of this world,
Beyond the perview of this naked eye,
Yet bound by the reach of the mind’s eye,
not the physical nor the mundane platonic,
but only to capture the soul’s secret moorings,
a travesty of its previous existence,
a travesty of the tribal existence chained by
Selfish, uncouth, actions where thinking
caught up in a shell, covered by a tegument,
teasing him and us, the commercial egoistic.
Sense of shame in a well attired garb,
A woman in hidden distress comes and knocks,
Chuckle; continue at his folly and irreligiosity.
He is totally struck by the mirage, swayed by the
Swallowing passions created by the vampire,
There are so many like him unable to decode
Or decide yet crossing the rope panicky
Lest the mistaken for- serpent should bite
and poison his already oscillating profile.
He sits in the balcony uncovering his
muddy thoughts and how he was drowned
Beyond redemption and like a soothsayer
his better half wakes up his numbness
for which he is indebted to her forever.
He imbibes the aura of awakening
As well as the cool breeze from the
dancing branches of the eucalyptus
touching the grills of oval-shaped
balcony, extending through pen and paper
records in bunches of papers,
it is indeed a world beyond his world,
it is indeed a world beyond his word,
to read his own moorings.
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