I am no longer crucified; but
Still holding the esoteric identity
That no talisman would object.
I am still battling the demon
Within me;
I am still waiting for the hours to
fill in.
I am still longing for the moment
to bill in.

I am no longer coot;
But surprisingly,
Still trying to declare something refute.
I am just an object to your talisman;
Waiting for the ultimate order.
Order from chaos is what everyone wants
But,
What I want is no longer hidden from the
Dark tricks of destiny.

I am no longer mundane,
To the emptiness or the void
Still deterring, the dark empty horizon,
Still following the path of the esoteric,
Still longing for the feeling of the belonging...

~NIKITA MANSINGHKA