I was not
Vulnerable, in
Fragility of thy dreams
But,
what elapsed
In between, the
Vulnerability and thoughts
Was eons beyond
For the keep
I do, no paddle
Any space or time, and
‘m aloof, by
Any sideshow
To term any existence
Life and death
Parcel my space
But, all along
‘m empty of any size
Touch me not, with
Thy tangent thoughts
‘m relieved, of
Any coming
‘m relieved of
Any of thy thoughts
So,
Do me, no pain
Parceling my space!
The warming breeze of mystic rapture waft across this paean to obscurantism.
So much thanks Sir Louis Kasatkin
intangible thoughts leaning out to touch upon the space of thoughts….beautiful
‘m honored …. Nalini Srivastava! So much thanks.