I loved you everyday as the

Very first day and the very last

From the moment the sun opens its blinds

I hear

The initial breath of always the loudest

Silence

From your transparent soulful eyes

To your total lack of words

I saw nothing else but you and felt all

There could have ever been

Brief little lightnings ripple through me

And in their place

Waltz the fearless blossoming of every atom within my timid body, timid everything

Giving you all of me in a single mindless moment

Timeless yet so fleeting

Till I shed every petal of my soul

And shrivelled up to what’s to come

Through the wind

They flower in your footsteps

Yet form a fading path not to you

But to the abyss of imminent loss-

When you turn your back for the day

Or since the day you walked away

When I awake from my only truth-

When I meet your name in my dreams

(For I dare not dream of thee)-

When I truly feel the longing pain of living

In your absence

I fall

Everyday in breathless suffocation

Pleading for your presence

Through the darkness of this bottomless pit-

That’s only occasionally accompanied by my own rain-

Formed when the support and ground of your being

Mercilessly tore away from me

In your happiness

Distances away from me

How I wish to land

And gift you my final absence

And take away the presence

Of my helpless unwanted

Affection

Yet the cycle always repeats

And I have no choice but to

Joyously suffer for

This love

Swept in and swept away

By the wind

Consciousness is decay

Consciousness is atrophy

Consciousness itself is ‘DEATH’


[Consciousness]


Perhaps suffering

Is not the result of

Divine punishment


But ‘the fruit’ itself

The pain

The poison


For time is no object

A mere space and place

The lack of

For events and

Ever Changing ‘reality’

To be


There is no ‘cease to be’

But

Only complete transformations


Awareness

Consciousness

Measures the transformations

Eternal transformations

With finite increments

Of time

Decay

Atrophy

And

DEATH



Consciousness

Must measure

And limit itself

Likewise


For eternity

Is

The ‘death’ of

Consciousness

Or lack thereof


[The Cave]


And the sweet hereafter-

The full escape from

The shadowy cave

Of imprisoning

Awareness

‘Consciousness’-

Will be forever unimaginable

For the exterior scenery

Must be that which

This conscious world is not

With absolute free will

And yet

No absolutes

Free

Or

Will


[The Tunnel]


Between the seemingly

Infinite cave

And

The ‘objective reality’

The truly endless lofty sky

There is a long

But narrow tunnel of

Nothingness

That must be crossed


The Aging mind

Is like the overgrowth

Blocking our view of

On either side

And the search for truth

Of either reality

Shadows or sunlight

Clears the view

Looking towards the cleared

Side


[The Escape]


A full escape of no return

Is the end of consciousness

And

‘Waking’ from the ultimate

‘DREAM’


[Keep Dreaming till the Daylight]


You may wonder

What is the use then to

Keep dreaming?

What is the use to limit ourselves

To the good solely.


But,

As we all know

No matter how perfect

The ‘real’ world is

There is no harm

Savoring the sweetest

Illusion for the time being

And make it as sweet as

Can be


[Nobody likes a Nightmare]


Consciousness is a dream

But we can still

And should still

Make it the greatest

Reverie

Say if all events:
'Past, present, future'
All possible occurrence
Chosen and averted
Are already on the 'map'
Of spacetime
(Interpreted from Relativity, Einstein)

Like infinite numbers of
Vacation spots

and
Time is merely
Our conscious measurement
Of indivisible increments
Of the ever-present
(St. Augustine)

A record of travelling

And if our fourth dimension of time
Is our one dimensional consciousness
Where we can only travel from
Event to event
Dot to dot
In seemingly constant speed
And one direction

As if a railway passenger

In one of the higher dimensions of time and consciousness
Though unfathomable and would seem omnipresent and eternal yet timeless
To us dots in a three dimensional flatlands

As the wayward of them
Had stumbled or spilled
Into our dreams

We would finally be able to
Run wild and free
Greet our past and future
Embrace familiar friends and strangers
In the wildlands
Of a higher dream

And we would not be
Arriving at a dimension of
Love and intuition

But we would inherently
Be beings of love
And intuition

Though we only seldomly
Physically feel them
And never see them

They're part of us
Only visible
Only fathomable
In higher dimension
Of
Spacetime

How much poetry live within me

Or am I merely a vessel

That has to be loaded and unloaded

To not waste away under the calm wind

And sink to a weighted depth of silent

And unfulfilled dreams


Yet what is the use

Carrying a soul from an unwritten land

To an unread land

Both dotted with footprints of past voyageurs

But no path or end in sight


Perhaps I am destined to be an unnamed pilgrim

That treads upon and whose marks will be tread upon

The wasteland of hapless ambitions

Transforming it into a garden of everlasting

Love, freedom, and hope


There,

You may find me one day

Though you will not know it

Nor will I

Within a petal of the rose

A dust in the dew

The wings of a honeybee


And if you look closely,

Listen closely

Within the laughing wind

As the gale brings all of us

Across the sea

Carrying vessels after vessels

From dream to dream

How much poetry live within me

Or am I merely a vessel

That has to be loaded and unloaded

To not waste away under the calm wind

And sink to a weighted depth of silent

And unfulfilled dreams


Yet what is the use

Carrying a soul from an unwritten land

To an unread land

Both dotted with footprints of past voyageurs

But no path or end in sight


Perhaps I am destined to be an unnamed pilgrim

That treads upon and whose marks will be tread upon

The wasteland of hapless ambitions

Transforming it into a garden of everlasting

Love, freedom, and hope


There,

You may find me one day

Though you will not know it

Nor will I

Within a petal of the rose

A dust in the dew

The wings of a honeybee


And if you look closely,

Listen closely

Within the laughing wind

As the gale brings all of us

Across the sea

Carrying vessels after vessels

From dream to dream

What do I chase
If I must one day
Take leave from
Consciousness?

Love.

It doesn't just disappear
It's always there
Regardless of dreams
Or otherwise

Regardless of
The awareness of
You
and
I