Alone in this forest, away from all distractions
I've been trying to learn by heart the  verse, immortal
that speaks  in clear voice,on  every secret of the story we are,
But in each attempt, I found myself forgetting the  lines passed earlier,
when I reach the lake of total silence at the point of culmination.

"Where are you truth?where are you essence,light?"I cried out,
and thought that  the resultant echo has got it all wrong,
it really sounded odd.But I had crossed the point of no return.

But when I listened, intensely with my ears turned inwards
it sounded perfect"I am the verse immortal, the heart chants"

It was not his fault
That she could not see
The spiraling gas clouds
Swirling in infinity
Strange shades
Of space dust
Sparkling in the
Solar inferno
Pink, orange,
Purple, and green
While comets
Swam in-between

He played in dreams
While she lived
In black and white worlds
Dull and colorless
Rank and hateful realities
Pain for pleasure
Uneven payments
Unfair debt piling up
Heartache so deep
That it blotted out the stars

Bare skinned
Cold and biting
To incinerating
It was exhilarating
Earth came and went
The moon passed him
The sun shriveled in
Creating a hole
To another universe
His mind expanded
Like the last one

She was the last one
He tried to take with him
The last love
He was light enough
To guide her through
Her own abyss
On into
Her own accelerated evolution
Past the white clouds
Of choking pollution
And deep confusion
Tied to lack of introspection

As he journeyed on into
A new universe with a new sun
She stayed behind
And died young
Suffocating in the darkness

It is just a thing
barely a temporary fix
that does not mix
with the mind’s expansions
does not help you grow
or know
new worlds
within or without.

It will not save you
or take you to
new and grand places
with unknown faces.
Unless, it is a book.