Lucid
Crystalline
Sea in Cyan -
a rendezvous
with the
Vermillion sunrise
horizon.
Its Amber halo
fades into the
Opalescent
Azure sky
vaguely cast
in Magenta.
Alabaster white
froth, laps up
against the
Sandy shore in Fawn.
Beachy summer-
the vast Blue
Fluorescently mellow
Dawn.

All the whirlwinds that you're caught in
seem to subside for another

At the peak of existence, your worldly presence - meteorically withers

templates of morality sculpt you in the guise of societies figurine

Life's an arc of luminosity that flashes with no time to intervene

Daylight's wasted on the quest of figuring out a plaque, title or conclusion

Chance are; purpose, concepts are menacing distractions, mere illusions.

Being alive in the same land your heart beats, & not in another hallucination

Is in itself the grandeur of appreciating this entire creation.

Do we sleep just to wake up in a 2nd existence?

'The parallel universe holds my destined reality'- says my mind with persistence.

Or I'd be happier floating amid fragments in the asteroid belt...

To suffocate in space, knowing here's where I last dwelt.

This foggy mind,
where the mist won't cease
Opaque clouds drift
to my thoughts - the breeze
intentions unclear,
abandoned with slight fear
passions muted -
purpose is queer.
White page lies blank
Black ink is drained
the brain's an asylum
neither insane nor sane
Is this the Kingdom of Boredom?
for all empty souls & crumpled blanks
Please reach thy vibrant hands into the dump
with the glimmers of galaxies in your eyes
& drag me out of this living slump.

when the underdog
becomes the undisputed
the once doubted, shamed-
famed as ill-reputed..
takes the world by storm
a sea of disbelief
demolish every construct, norm
to give the world relief
to redefine the past
as a salubrious origin
for the present that commends
all your life decisions.