Paracosm

Insomnia turns my heart young again

Tossing and turning, I wonder where I am

Unaware of what restlessness brings

"What do I want?!!" I call out to it and rethink

The child in me awakens to remind me

When my roads cross a world with a spark

That lives hither and carries secrets of another

That speaks of Lincoln and Bose alike

That loves Sanskrit and French alike

That sings Del Rey and Kishore alike

That reads Coelho and Kalidas alike

That pursues Vivekananda and Socrates alike

That pictures Whitman and Tagore alike

That analyzes Schrodinger and Raman alike

That follows Christ and Shiva alike

That lives frequencies and poetry alike

That travels to Darjeeling and Prague alike

That lives under stars and blankets alike

That walks on deserts and oceans alike

That dances on passion and romance alike

That burns with fire and desire alike

That believes in Science and Magic alike

That knows love and oneself alike

That covers journeys and conquests alike

That spark, yes that spark, is what makes my heart skip a beat

And takes me to dreams and hopes again every night.