You transcend beyond the realms of reality
And thereafter it’s just approximations
A masochistic thrill in the tug of war
A narcissistic pleasure in revelations
What do you make of the connection in the disconnect,
And the distance in proximity?
What is it all but illusions?
A trance, a rhapsody
You crave for the simpler existence
But you have plunged over the edge
Hereafter, it’s a plummet
You go down, and you go down… perish in another’s pledge
It’s the turmoil beneath the sullen clouds
The current beneath the calm seas
You expand till you explode,
Till rendered a speck of dust in the breeze
What sense does it all make?
Permanence, sustenance, ambitions of naiveté
In the end, we’re all stardust
It’s just moments in brevity
4 comments:
liked it..
transcending beyond the realms of reality..
transcending space and time..
thereafter..
they aren't just approximations..
these subliminal intoxications..
transpire some of these figmented sublimations..
:)
:) wow.. thanks!
it's good to have someone who is actually enjoying the murky formulations of everyday madness!
hmmm... true, not everyone enjoys the 'murky' formulations.. but then, they aren't 'murky' to him...!!
:)
true that! they aren't murky but perhaps they aren't entirely concrete either.. it's the gradation that constantly fluctuates on a continuum
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