Its all a merchandise
Of glaring greedy gold’s war…
Lured in lust
Of seductive prowess
Disabled by his cob webbed eyes…
She wishes to slash his evil skin apart…
To shred his lone stand..
But her powers only wipe through
A misted fog
Of delusional hopes…
By the infinite personalities who posses him…
A groan, a cry, a wail…
Mirrors shatter to his ignorance
He is lost
With no reflection to guard his survival…
His burnt skin of tattoo
Bear his only strand of memory,
His life
Only a deranged walk in unknown reality…
Silenced by disarrayed muted souls
That walk past him…
He is yet to know,
What he doesn’t know…
She appears in his dream
Calling out to him…
A face he doesn’t recognize…
Sometimes she cries in pain,
Sometimes she’s in fury
And escalating fears that only die
With the morning wake…
Sometime she pleases him
Pleasures he wears throughout the night…
But she is hurt
And asks his sleeping conscience to wake…
Of all his tours in lost island of greed
She was never seen…
But his dreams grew fiercer and clearer…
With every passing day…
Even in daylight blaring sun
He saw her dancing shadows on the street…
And her reflections in broken mirrors…
The very thought of her,
Darkened his burnt skin and reddened his arm…
He’d only seen her in the forests,
The river and mountain tops…
His search thus began…
Shredding the monotonic suit of business,
He walked barefoot
Naked in no knowledge of himself or the world around…
To the forest he sought his first walk…
The walk towards conscience
Of knowing his stand
In the incongruent working of the world…
The search seemed endless and wearied…
Until he reached the footsteps
Of beckoning hills and forest
And dynamic river roar…
His dreams became pleasant…
Her laugh and smile returned to herself…
He wished to see her once…
The forest was almost magical…
Sunlight sparkle pierced through his unremitting silence of inactivity…
The leaves of nature
Danced in the soothing breeze…
Birds chirped to life,
And insects creaked their daily prayers...
Her presence felt nearer than ever…
At night the mountain
Stood tall in black
As though a protector disguised…
Little houses shined like fireflies
In sleeping night…
Then the early morning river
Shinned to priceless delight…
Its coldness stung through his core of asleep conscience…
And the little fish’s swim and wriggle
Seemed to reciprocate his life
Of wandering in a oceanic cosmos,
Yet not realizing its existence…
His burnt skin tattoo faded
With every moment of enlightened awakening…
And he wondered if his tattoo had ever existed…
If the life he’d lived was life at all…
If his existence was existent at all…
And in the day,
Under the rhythmic waterfall
As he drenched himself
Into questions that never occurred to him,
As though enlightenment revealed itself…
He saw her rise from the water depths,
Adorned as mermaid…
As she began to reveal herself...
From her,
Emanated the nature’s galore…
Of the magical earth that gave him life…
Of the mountains that protected him
And waters that caressed him to existence…
Of wind that brought life
To trees he sought shelter to,
And to the breath he breathes…
His ignorant enslavement to his senses
Now hurt him
The way it had hurt her…
His cry became her cry…
His smile of his renaissance
Was her smile of joy…
It wasn’t late till he realized
That she was in him…
No different than his own reflection…
Not a just a dream but a part of him…
No other than his own conscience…
As he stepped out of the waters of wisdom
And universal truth …
He gazed up at the blinding sun,
That took him to a cosmic revelation…
Into the dark void of distant galaxies
And unnerving darkness…
But there lay earth,
Like a fairytale admist crashing realities...
Magic webbed in a crystal ball of blue…
He smiled to his cosmic identity…
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