Into
some scattered breaths
of bygone moments…
Into
The abyss of broken imagination.
I delve myself,
and drown in their fantasy.
What is real?
And what unreal?
I cross the boundaries of existence
and realize, that there were none.
In the flow of wanton life,
I gather the deathliness of it all.
And the oncoming darkness,
brings with it,
the joy of non-existence,
or the existence of joyless ecstasy?
Guide me….O lord….
to that place,
where I shall close my eyes,
……and see.
Sarvesh Kulkarni
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-insight-probably/
