My mind is like a chemistry set
Mixing and reacting
Messes counteracting
I discover
Insolubility
Search for my identity
What’s my responsibility?
Reality?
Just wanna have serenity
Worn out positivity
But I’m not jaded
I’m periodically faded
Not easily persuaded
By the things they have created
Have never been degraded
Or hated
I don’t know what that’s like
All I know is it’s wrong
I want to be in the right!
Because love conquers ALL
No fight
In love with the light
At first sight
One thing ties us together
We are human
We are being
And breathing
That’s what I’m believing
So smile and go the extra mile

*Make your existence worthwhile

There is a humility in art,
Where simplicity plays its part.
There is an excitement
Of primordial sensations,
Solubility and Insolubility of textures,
And the sublime fluid,
Of deconstructions.

Its’ menace haunts,
A View in the Dark.
The forms are stolid.
Black and stark.

Beyond Black is where
The hues play Hide ‘n’ Seek.
Surfacing,
Resurfacing,
Diving headlong,
Into the absence of a peak.

The smudge and the smog,
In the dizziness of Desire,
Are the nuances of a beige fog,
Perturbed in a Vertical Blue retire.

All the lines ******,
As they refuse to talk,
Questioning the lingering persuasion,
Of the eyes that stalk.

The dawn silence
Answers in a luxuriant red,
When rebellious strokes,
Keep dancing on that fiery bed.


Fragments keep coalescing into a whole,
It pulsates against the senses,
This Illusion of the soul.

This song is bright,
Even in the absence of light,
The Song of Silence,
Portrays an indomitable might.


The Mirage looks back,
Like every familiar stranger,
The unsettling Rejoicing Red,
Such impacts can auger.


Blossom in dark,
Through Dark and Deep,
Rhythm of tones,
A View in a Dream.
Alone breathes the Isolated Red,
As The Melodies in Grey
Resonate
What the Resonance of Blues
Had left unsaid.


There is a bucolic symmetry,
A revelling immortal mystery,
In The Meditative Silence,
Of
Gopi Gajwani

I have this feeling of insolubility
that cannot be quenched,
hunger without satisfaction,
fatigue that eternity’s dark warmth could not soften.
I continue to search for something to bring me peace
and nothing is clearing the sand from my eyes.
I sleep hours longer than I ever used to, but suffer all the same.
I don’t know where to go, or who to see. What am I looking for?
Something past the gray gloom shrouding my mind’s eye.
However poetic I sound, this is how I feel these past weeks.
I continue on. Driving through the fog, uncertain what’s ahead,
uncertain still of who I am now, and what the significance of the past means to me.
Suicide is beneath me, as is screaming bouts of rage.
These emotions cannot be quite expressed
through such primal actions,
and thoughts of the self deprecating nature.
Like my car covered in the morning dew, I drive on.
I don’t see where I’m going, but rather feel it,
a memory of the days’ past.
My body lingers on.
In the routine it’s under, trudging along without purpose.
I wipe the windshield but the fog returns
never acknowledging my efforts.
The sun too is against me,
refracting its rays through the water further ruining my perception.
Desensitized to my monotony, I continue on.
z.m.