No Dying Dreams

Dreams outside the space of time,

Never on bended knees to reason,

Neither on standing feet to purpose,

Yet, it’s no will to believe it’s just a wish,

Rootless without a defined course or route,

Is my destination in pictures, a reflection of my joy,

Why am I so ignorant of a chance to truly live,

Torn apart by many opinions, diverse perceptions,

This isn’t the me created… this is just helpless clay trying to make sense,

Pulled out of the womb of pain,

Told that there was some ancient prophecy without a voice,

All in a moment, my time walks with a waving hand,

Soon stops to give me a long, careless hug,

Amid its rush towards meeting its ancestors called eternity,

Oh, that my ignorance knew its worth but not its place,

Knowing that “I don’t know” speaks peace to peace,

A reflection of my identity in one beyond the skies,

My dream still lives because death is alien to its reality.

The Sweet Pain of my Perception

Such a view of an undulating universe, the stars singing to the melody of photons;

Not scared or intimidated to shine in quite beautiful darkness;

It’s never an “anyone for himself” in the outer cosmos,

Rather a connection beyond the definition of gravity;

Would I have wished to be among the constellations;

All embedded in a blend of uninterrupted serenity;

What a privilege to behold the majesty of a misunderstood dimension without a voice for an explanation;

By chance, I would earn a minute conversation with nature itself.

Would I dare to ask “Are these all about you alone”? Should I believe so?

Indeed, faith to believe in nothing or even in something, either way, is a risk to believe in anything;

What an oceanic risk, everyone asserts a belief, now and beyond;

Yet a Being treated with absolute unapologetic disdain seemingly without a logical voice?

Must I defend something or “someone” with an abstract rationale?

Ja, let me choose rhema after logos in the fullness of bio and technikos;

This is the sweet pain of my perception.

No One Knows

A shocking day arrives on my timeline,

My mind was in a state of a raging storm,

Many thoughts wrestling for visibility,

All challenged by the gravity of my reality,

Even the vicinity sings boring songs,

And my eyes have become a collapsed dam,

Earthquakes of imaginations rattle my brain cells,

And no one knows why we are but silent talkers,

Is everything supposed to be true?

What if all were a deception of my cranial neurons?

Lies very true than the truth of my personality?

No surprise no one hears the screams of my heart,

Crying out loud, every day searching for a couple of peace and purpose,

A journey of lightyears in a few days,

And soon everything will be calm and yet no one knows.