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16 June 2012

One forgotten crazy poem..

After being in cold storage for more than 7 years in an old book stuffed into a rack,
for some reason I felt like putting this crazy poem out, written during 4mar2005-8mar2005:



The eyes yearn to see
but never a quark of light bother to spark a bit.
Looks like a breathing space,
but closer up proves to be
a dreaded asphyxiation
Intense thoughts flood the mind,
and leave deep gorges of despair behind.
As we try to recover,
bitter past rises up like a deadly phoenix.
At a distance I could sense
the sweetness of a beehive but
closer, its seldom melliferous.
Churning of a large melange
of ideas only result in fiery devils of failure.
The destiny seems to lie
in a cacophony of the infinite loop of utter confusion.
Hardly esoteric is the
thorny path of rescipisense from the runnel path,
Strewn with sharpest of spines,
strewn with deepest of ditches,
We can see the way ahead.
Then came the calefacient breeze
from the ecumenical spirit.
The first wave of ultimate grace gushed in,
encased with the non-ephemeral
power of a supernova in a silent serenity.
The lucent veracity of this lane pulled everything in,
and all the obstacles were a meldot
before the vast lucency of wisdom.
The real melieu is welcoming all,
about to sprint with zeal,
prepared to be embedded in eternity,
jumped into the all pervasive spirit,
indicating the beginning of true "we",
away from the miasma of the unreal,
away from the multitudinous mortals,
away from the ubits of temporary pleasure,
embellished with gems of brightest hope,
that was THE GENESIS of life!

The above lines could make an abstract idea for a movie I ve always dreamt about that deals with the fight of a person against all odds to come up trumps with great energy!


With love.. Anil