Life: A Gimmickry awakens over staged insight

🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti,May 28th, 2022

Where minds’ musings scatter o’er the day’s light

None the less a prelude to the provisional spirit flashes upon those quivering eyes

And as the night’s stillness pauses the WILL , to wait and minister it’s needs for a while

Tentative upon the soul, a limbo fondles upon notions, deeply mystified

Thusly, merely dispatching and attaching new meanings to that perseverance called I

When changes come in ,duly suffixing and affixing, thro’ this pageant life

Thereupon, only known for what it does, and not nearly enough for all those purposes, a gallant morn promisingly arrives !

And as for which, we trust a glance to spy,

That for which one bears that virtuous eye;

Upon such disciplined probes are cultivated for that future to rise and ,as ever, surprise

Appealingly ... heretofore spangles a new status quo (fully) undisguised!

But then ,

In rue, the arch enemy of intellect derides …

As if, unasked for, legions of chimeras, insist to pass by

Perhaps from genesis a (Phantom,)a new fantasy of oneself awaits to be contrived

Such so influenced, the mind hiccups to the “egotistical sense,” fully trapped and held upon its own exile

Falling apart or emboldened so, it’s all about that journey—to find “oneself,”all in the inside!

O! Is that —Ironized decadence declaring progressivism’s aesthetic delights!

O! Such impinging joys and challenges both lain together side by side ; but in effect, a sort of override ...yet totally ephemerally disguised !

Therein, reformed in determination and not to be classified ; a crude common sense, (not found in places so common,) emerges otherwise

And forthwith, thereupon, everything mixes in amalgams, systemically aright,

In unison , as though, perfectly — fitted to that human strife

To that, rebirthing, the one in many, smiling wistfully to the mind’s mime

For against choking trivialities, willingly renounced , a custodian ,so ecstatically, arrives

For me ,at least, it’s the …

Mind’s eye 👁 or is it me in myself translating the I

… You decide 😃🙃😜

Or so as it seems, am I preoccupied

Or as some w’d believe —mortified , stupefied or ethereally justified !

It’s Me to my unknowns subjected to those turning tides

But, thereof, bringing new birthings to this life …. My Life !

Or is it a renewal we duly device .....

None the less an airing of the provisional spirit brought upon the eyes

As the night’s stillness spills out a silent night

Where destinyʼs lingo thrives to plunge in

🗡 daggers 🗡 over the hind sight

There’s strife in sharing,with no single bearing to light 💡

O! That’s Life!

Where word chains tell us their own inner meanings —standing alone —yet closely tight

Thereupon those endless trailings .....go.. by n by

Over the tracks, where trains run nonstop, …. slowly trailing out of sight

Somewhere spreading is the destitute desire dwelling with ease —much wider than skies

Ah! upon longings to come forth with it’s own rights

And within , as I in them, or who knows,

by them in us , who actually reveal themselves to the light 💡

Perfectly enthralled and repositioned on that —again —a rebirthing fondles itself to get pulverized….

Yeah simply mesmerized —showing thee in thine …

A sort of effervescence fills me completely with light

Perhaps now we have become something of that conscience to answer that question

🙋🏻‍♀️ —Where am I ?!

Here, I am …

Where wisdom streams to dispel all the agonies rolled out in cries !

Yes, here I AM ….

Passing by ! Just Passing by!

Just to watch — this marvelous thing called “Life”

P.S: Now please don’t say : HOW CAN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT 👍 😜🙃