Equilibrium
Lurid shades construe the vision of clouds
Lurking through the mist of the intangible,
Paramount.
Have I to recall of the collective jape,
When singing my own medley,the fallacy
Reminds how I collide with the callous weight
Of perjuring the flashes in the eye to gaze.
Upon a mere figment of the inner sanctum,
Built on the addled sphere into creation,
Minding not the core,pure.
I flicker through the remainders of a lost word
That once whole was dispersed in the contingent
Of the true world,just a gleam in the view of revival
Through my own endeavour,my own fervour.
I heave dirt in my third eye
To loosen up awareness in the fair allusion
That my perplexity remains no light
Illusion in the contingency of strings intertwined,
For my own perennial comfort.
No marker is to be placed for the falling,
Only a choice gives hope for the culling,
Once one forgot to smoulder his own ethos
He falls in the shallow,prosthetic pathos .