SOME DROPLETS FROM THE SKIES OF POETIC EVANGELISM………….ECSTATIC ELUCIDATION

Life is all about doing

What others don’t do.

All about seeing what

Other’s eyes are

deprived to see.

All about paining oneself

relieving them of their pains.

All about penning prolific

profanities in the most

perfumed way.

All about feeling the way

Others can’t imagine…..

All about seeing “you”

In an enlightened way

Others can’t be seen.                                                     Penman

Times come

For span some

And give you space

To jive and jostle…

Not knowing you

Jump into the race…

Get hurt and

Then carry a

Wounded heart

Forever…however

Still you pine to

Carry the wound

For you know

For your deserted

Soul that’s the

Greatest ground.

Jubilations you bring

Wherever you take your being

People throng

Eyes long

Not to miss you

Still soul reprimands

 the lips not to

“kiss” words for you…

Who is so precious

So out of this world

Must remain

Precocious and profane.

I never knew loneliness

Can be so full of solace

That you can go down

Memory lane and trace…

All those past instances…..

Rudimentaries of life

on tenterhooks…..

Juggling jostling thoughts

At loggerheads with

The multitudinous throng

Waiting for the gong

Of mundane life to

Ring a new invigourating

Bell which may bring in

A new tale to the aural

Cavity of the tired, jetlagged

Human existence…………..

That he despite all

Provocation- sticks

To his proclivity.

I never knew aloneness

Can be so fulfilling

And so spine-chilling

Yet so tongue-tingling

And sensuously sensational.

Never had I gone through

Such paths in the past…..

Only worry how long

Would I be and remain

Witness to such…….

Solace, such pleasure

And from when sorrow

Would knock on my door

To make me sorry and

 How long would……..

The surreal last?

Readers of my thought trajectory

Tend to think, eye and ear

In awe mixed fear

That when I ink……

There is no boundary…

But know I (who never feel shy)

Although have I an eye

For questions pertinent…

But for the answers I

Also with longing filled eye

Look askance at the sky.

When I ken the horizon

In mirth filled delight

I absorb and retrieve

My penning might.

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