Metamorphic Anarchy

#Love

“Your sign is there everywhere around the globe”, I said. And I looked at her again and again. Each time I looked, she became a celestial body of luminous anticipation. Everything else around me was changing , she was my constant universe, and it seemed as though it was a constant constellation of madness, love, beauty, hopes and anticipations; she was crowned the queen of that vast tranquil and luminous celestial universe which was drawn into mine. Time was trapped within the monstrous vacuum of eternity and disentangled into the fragments of memories and dreams. The infinity carved the picture of her and it started to bleed, my heart was torn apart into pieces of her memories and fragments of thoughts. Somewhere far from the imaginations of a non-being, the zephyr carried the songs of Rumi and it lulled the celestial world of mine.
“You’ve so distracted me,
your absence fans my love.
Don’t ask how.
Then you come near.
“Do not . . .” I say, and
“Do not . . . ,” you answer.
Don’t ask why
this delights me.”

All loved her. Now, all is perfect. Let me be lost. True. You flow through me like a river.

#Gravity

Resettlement of disoriented desires collided in the vacuum of gravity while disentanglement of captive thoughts debarked on the horizon of unknown universe. Self-estranged propinquity of my being ‘reveried’ a life of immortal lives. 

#Notorious Wisdom

The notorious wisdom murdered the innocent love in its deception. 

#Arbitrarily Poetic

Discrepancy of the story I narrate depends upon the seasons of my mind. Sometimes, it’s even harder for me to decipher the meanings of my own language! I wanted to read books, I love them, but I hardly live in their stories. I wanted to write, but I lack experience. I wandered for life’s experiences; where else I would get them other than within my life itself. I am a poet arbitrarily who would go around the imaginations upon the flames of revoked desires. Excuse my indifference! 

#Metamorphic Anarchy

Deciphered meanings of life recapitulated the sagas and epics of mortals. They designed a new world of order within the chaotic absurdity of intellectual articulations executed by an anarchist soul.