Another Phenomenon
Another Phenomenon
I am not a ‘Plath’,
But I do have pain-
Enough to coddle it up and still remain.
Just like a cup of let-alone, hastily-filtered chai,
Descending from the sponges of foam into the depth of crusty bitterness-
Life adjoins its beginnings of pleasure and
The later arrivals of its withered clusters of dead-ends,
Smudging a timbre with
A little of truth and a lot of decadence.
A session of a worldly mind with a tinge of visceral conscience
Flaunt fantasies in unison pace and contrary meaning as I lay lost,
Bathing pints of vividness.
Ever so it happens, I glance the greatness of the world-
Imperial power aggregated lands and its very own cosmic people stand upright,
All in a seeming conclave of equilibrium.
But, every so it happens again,
The pain beneath presents itself before-
Soothingly perennial unlike the one we all seek.
The summation of all equals another mere life-
Plus one in its senses,
Plus one in its realization.