BAFFLEMENT

‘Which me of me is me’?--

That’s the question I so oft’ ask

in the wee hours of the morning,

as I wake up from a nightmare’s shock

to find the splinters of my fragile self falling

to resound in the sanctum of consciousness

with spectres of bitterness and sweetness ;

echoing the footfalls of distant memories

in the hazy corridors of a ubiquitous time

that points to traces of sweet moments

unerasable in semi-darkness of past events .

Dreams catapult me to spaces beyond time

where I catch tropes for magic moments

inside the  glowing  fire of an exotic clime

rich in some incomprehensible contents .

And ‘now’ is a continuous  deferral perhaps

with breaths of unwarranted flow of anxiety

uncontrollable thoughts clawing the mind

blocking the sure way to arrival at eternity !!!

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 17/01/15