Surreal awareness
the house an inch shell
of a functioning life.
The rooms
holding closets of
untold depth surrounded
by a moat chained locked
and a sign on the door
"forbidden territory
do not enter
all who dare will be
altered on sight"
surreal awareness
enigma of no definition.
“I use the curve of my pen to express the words within….never a problem speaking my mind, it’s just some find me hard to define, so I keep them on point when the ink leaks onto the line, but even then it’s impossible to read my mind!”
“Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.”
~ Adi Da Samraj
In my fevered state, I sought the godforsaken
sounds of the gossamer strings of the harp.
It was hours of grave thoughts before I would awaken
to the ghostly groaning of my mind’s steep scarp.
Grief-stricken, I lie staring through closed eyes
listening to the beat of my heart echoing from the
silent monitor, praying the future that it belies
pushes me toward the gate of undefined infinity.
God knows what grand or ghastly fate awaits
my soul, with grim gargoyles adorning the path
down gnarled gardens toward and through ornate gates.
Will this be my entryway to salvation or wrath?
I don’t know if he needs me, or if he wants me near,
But I can't help wishing I could calm his fear.
Whether he asks for comfort or not, I still care,
I want to be the one who’s always there.
I keep my face calm, though it’s hard to pretend,
But inside my heart, I can’t stop wishing for him.
I pray he’ll come, to fold into me,
Like he was always meant to be, just for me.
We have no label, no promise, no place to stand,
Just shadows in each other’s lives, unplanned.
But deep in my soul, I hold a secret plea—
To mean something to him, to be the one he sees.
Not just "someone" in the crowd, unnoticed and small,
But the one he calls his love, the one above all.
To wear his love like a crown, my heart’s only vow,
And his last name like a promise I would take now.
—Beloved
—A love unnamed, yet echoing in the stillness of the heart~
You measure by mass—
diamond resolve turning quietly,
its shape carved from silence,
creating shards of tension.
Light bending—crystallizing
in my shell, waiting to
crack open in the name of
weightless worth.
Undefined, as a mountain range
That catches your eye
In distant view
As you’re driving by
Amorphous
Wrapped in a shroud
Of mystery, as a cloud
A riddle, obscured
In a bank of fog
An enigma
Veiled
In grime and smog
That knows no beat
But its own in time
Ever aloof
And undefined –
Dahlin’ , I see you, taming truths tonight whilst standing as tall glass of fine fire,
Your eyes are adorned in all the right kind of desire,
Would you rather roam your captivating glare all over my soul, to admire?
Or shall this be left as a mess within hot wire,
Would you taste my spirit through a glimpse, Oh! that’s what your goals require ?
There is no need of your pretty lines of love ticking to expire,
But hold on to that golden glaze which you did spread thick on scintillating sapphire,
Have you heard , I am a poet, you need to hit hard and get deep for me to glow and inspire,
Maybe , Us together, Would be your best attire,
Our nights could ambitiously be turned into an ambiguous choir,
We would be louder than any amplifier,
All my edges are aching to make you perspire,
Or If I present my skin , You the soul searcher may wish to hustle higher ,
So Could Our unforgettable uncertainties be the undefined reason to aspire ?
In shades of grey
We paint a picture every day
In a fast paced world
What we are
Let it be undefined
His name sounds like water
like waves on the sea
like a summer breeze in the tallest tree
Zachary, Zachary, Zachary
His face is pure white
he has a beautiful smile
he is the romantic candle in darkness
He is the sound of the poem
the sound of the music
the rhythm of rhyming words
He came and casted a spell
he came and showed his existence
Even though he's too far
I remember every action of his
Him laughing and smiling
Geez, his warmest hug
his charming face
I don't know what to say
He's unexplainable
he's a dictionary itself
he's as pretty as a picture
They are right when they say
love drives you crazy
love makes you blind
love makes the world go around
I am still a child
The world is yet undefined
Life sometimes feels tedious
Then I look at you
Are you any better than me?
Do you hold the answers I seek?
Do you hold the answers you seek?
Because if we are both like me
Honey, aren't we broken?
I want to hold onto you
If only to chase some idea that I hope to be true
Or because of a past I remember
Even if I am bit down
Even if I am tired
Even if I am worn out
See, I am trying to learn
You frighten me at times
I can't see you trying
So often I see you resigning
I believe if I quit it will be the end of us
From the realms of my heart
And my soul
Hard to separate
What I want
And all I know
The circular motion
Figments of my imagination
Knowing there’s nothing worse
Than a cryptic charade
That seems like
The perfect escapade
It may be colourful and wild;
Over fantasized
But still remaining;
Undefined
I am not talking about coffee
nor am talking about fruits
it's not chocolate either
for am a sensation seeker
could it be the air,
my tears, or my fears
or may be my blood
please forgive me Dear God
it is really undefined
a thing in me is undermined
I got tired of trying
I better to myself stop lying
may be it is time the culprit
or life and destiny
are cheating on me
something is bitter definitely
An object which is latent,
Something that seems to be difficult.
But has something inside,
Which makes a man flirt.
An object which is a mystery,
You can solve it by a trick.
It can be a spherical ball or a globe,
Which you can hit with a kick.
An object which is an illusion,
It cannot be figured out by your brain.
It is not what you see or feel,
But definitely something you can call as pain.
Imagine a cube,
You are latent inside it.
Here the cube is a globe,
Where you can hide but not as a kid.
An object which is undefined,
And much more like a cube.
You can hide there as well as reside,
But for that you have to take yourself out of a tube.
I hear a faint tapping outside the glass,
A whisper of sorrow from my tainted past.
My unwanted lover beckons from the place of shame,
And follows me into slumber.
I am but a whisper caught in the wind,
Waiting for this inner storm to end.
I am but one drop of rain,
In this hollow world of pain.
My memories hover like birds of prey,
Waiting for my surrender.
Ravens of my subconscious,
Quick to pluck at my broken heart.
Why do I embrace my misery?
Are the tears not a bitter wine?
Am I in love with my loss?
Why is happiness undefined?
Neither over nor under,
ahead or behind
My position unreferenced,
your judgment still blind
Not over or under,
ahead or behind
So easy once labeled
—so hard undefined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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