Sunday, February 4, 2007

Is that you...

A reflection that dislodged my eyes from the ashes of past

The ember that insists me for something new to cast

Unfathomable is the joy of holding that thought

As all the beautiful things that I have got

Unable to give me that sense of ecstasy

And sheer presence clears all the vexing fallacy

A beam that composes the world for me

And the rage incinerated all desires to be

All wise acts my heart now dares to defy

Engrossed in we, have forgotten the gist of I.

Intangible is the pleasure if this is true

Beyond me I aspire to envisage…Is that you…