Tuesday, 3 February 2009

A Tryst..with self...

Transcending from a meadow to gump,
A threshold leading to the core of a dump....
Like stepping from a cathedral into the street
Like a solitary sorrow perpetuating in fleet.....,

I beckoned my metaphysical pest.....
We navigated to re
mote tranquility ...
I saw an invitation for an eternal quest...
Plundered the mystics of her immaculate purity..

The stains in my fabric were then concealed.....
And boundlessness opened, I was retextured
Cascaded into the rivulets where weeds once were.
An evolution...a phase where reality was pictured...

I marvel at the unseen spirits which led...
To reveal the rhetoric of my self unsaid...