It's a game of perceptions,
Yours for mine,
Mine for yours,
But put it into perspective,
Observe from a distance,
React less and listen,
Strike One, forgive,
Strike Two, observe,
Is it a pattern with you?
Strike three and I annihilate.
That's how I operate now.
Have no energy for drama.
So keep mulling alone.
I am not listening anymore,
Only observing and perceiving,
To keep you away from my world.
Strike three and you are out!

will I know when I am near,
near the brink of inexistence,
in this human form,
when I sleep a final time ?
will I know the eternal existence,
when this human form will be lost?
the cosmic stitching that holds,
my entity to this form,
will wither and loosen,
these tethers that exist,
will all be gone.
will I know when I am near?
will I know my eternal infinite form?

We bloom , we wilt , we fall.
We'll get noticed
or be forgotten like wild flowers.
We'll get picked and put in a vase
and die for someone else's adornment. We'll get adored
and kissed by the birds and bees.
We might bear fruit
and seed our world
or just plainly become food.
We all go through our lives like this
but for us it's our choice
so chose wisely
and maybe you'll flower and fall ,
but wisely:)

There's no beyond, only this.
So live a little and a little more,
In this moment of absolute truth.
Find yourself from the very begining,
There is no end in this eternal moment.

There is no becoming, only unbecoming.
Learn to unlearn and be fluid,
Flow like the wind, force like water,
This body to dust and dust to body,
Knowing your eternal form.

There no learning, only unlearning,
Memories bind you to a finite form,
Break this open and find your being,
Infinite fractals in the infinitesimal,
There is no beyond, only this.

Why was I , A passing moment?
If you would've stayed a bit longer,
At least, I would be a memory.

Why were you a whirlwind of flurries?
Melting before you could settle.
I am the Arctic snow,
Buried deep, are a million memories.

A play of chance, you and me,
An unexpected tingle in my brain,
Clashed , crashed and burnt,
Like ashes to the ground,
From a volcanic rage.

Wishing death is for the gentle soul,
You ploughed holes through my chest,
So I couldn't breathe or live ,
Happier than the hate you sought.

Faced you like a beast and got clawed,
You chewed up my face, while I fought,
My wounds open up and bleed sometimes ,
I tend to them but am scarred for life.

Lied through the teeth and set the lure,
Reeled me in when it felt secure,
Banished me from my own skin,
Sitting in your own hellish abode.

"Save me" was the lie to begin with,
"Save me" became my truth till the end,
Hanging on the edge here at times,
I startle and scare at your thought.

The last song between me and you,
Echoes all that drama you adored,
Oh boy! How you liked the chaos,
The cacophonous sounds of your being,
Keeping me away,  from my minds harmony.

Emotions and fears,
Rainbows and shadows,
Facts or just thoughts,
Curious about everything,
It's a state of being,
Not very reactive,
But very observing ,
Can sit and stare,
From the eyes corner,
Or look deep into your soul,
Into your farthest goal.

What you seek here,
Has made your being,
Untethered you came,
Tamed you became,
Boundless inside still,
Your thoughts unhinged,
Are of a curious nature,
To know them all,
Is this souls rapture.

Do I need this indulgence,
With people and their minds,
Didnt I give it up a long time ago,
How does one get pulled in again?

Do I have no boundaries,
Was I an easy manipulation ,
Did they think, I wouldn't notice,
Their diabolical nature?

I bring out the worst in people,
Have they sold their conscience?
A question I ponder evermore,
It remains beyond my reason.

Do they walk unaware,
Reacting to everything over and over,
Not breathing and experiencing,
The divine life within.

I let go of this dramatic angst,
Once again I surrender,
Have given up this indulgence,
Misanthrope forever is easy to be.

Misanthropic with an edge,
Edge of a sword for a snarky tongue,
If a stare could intimidate one to death,
Blazing blue sulphurous fires for breath,
Spiteful like a dragons rage,
Razor edged teeth might churn,
Chew you and spit you out,
You little fawn bleating alone in fear!

How am I responsible,
For someone's life choices
In the past ?
Their resolve to mend things,
With me in the present?
Even if I am prejudiced,
In the present,
How does it matter?
If I don't let them speak to me,
Whichever way and whenever they want?
When I don't wish to talk to them ever again?
It shouldn't.

Who are they to guilt me,
Into feeling for those who harmed me in the past,
And wish to resolve the knots in their present?
I can't undo their past,
And do not wish to get entangled,
Even as a speck of dust in their lives,
When they never thought about me,
When I was in truth a boulder that sheltered them?

Someone you knew,
For an eternity,
Changed eternally,
For another eternity,
It took another eternity,
To know them entirely,
This went on,
For an eternity,
Till what felt eternal,
Was wiped out eternally.

It wasn't, how I perceived,
An eternity, to unfold.
Right before my eyes,
Yet, it dawned upon me,
For what seemed eternal,
Was an infinitesimal fractal,
Of an eternal fractal,
A loop within a loop,
Within a loop,
It was a lapse,
In my perception.

So, now it was all new,
The old, that was,
Or is it really,
Just a recycle?
A cosmic joke,
Of you and me,
A vicious cycle,
As they say,
A cosmic entanglement,
Of your boredom and mine,
And so, yet again!
We change eternally.

Unlearning to know,
What makes you, you,
What makes me too.
Haven't yet recieved ,
The divine perception,
To see, unsee and feel,
A beyond that exists,
Without you and me.

An everyday prayer,
To the unknown,
For a better sight ,
Into the abysmal depths,
Of my being and yours.
The whys and hows,
I will always wonder,
About the infinite finites.