Eternal

Deathless I exist
In countless days within endless seasons
Writing my own tomorrows
Limit is the word which was not to be for me

Eternal time,
The source of all beginnings
For it has no barriers no bounds no brinks

Like a fountain of prolific intuitions
Volleying between sensibility and perception ...
Time gushes
As the mind muses over logic,
Teasing, pondering, reflecting

And somewhere
In these countless days within endless seasons
Begins a morning at noon
With urgent conversations and swift comprehensions
In lives where midnight will always be at sunrise

The Other Side

If life is a journey

Then direction is insignificant

And passage should be unconstricted 

Through this aberrant sojourn in time

While here

I prevail in icicle moments
hanging from a thin sky
Dripping microseconds
Which evaporate before they hit where there's no ground

Within the icicles

I spin on my heels,

And march through strange corridors

Flippantly constructed for me

Counting every breath, marking every step

I seek a beating pulse in each clangorous footfall

Sometimes I pause

On unfamiliar shores edging unexplored vastnesses

My eyes reaching the heaving watery horizons

From where age, like swelling tide

Rises in rollicking waves 

Each touching a note higher than the previous

Before breaking into scintillating moments 

On moist sands of time

Sometimes I sit on the moist sand

And gaze at the pieces of past

Just watching through the wait of long lazy hours

Looking for a glimpse of myself 

Or an eyeful of you

And the drumming of a heartbeat in that!