Soliloquy

And happily I must write
This ink should not be depraved
Into deep indigo reserves
Of my degrading pain.

I hop on somewhat lame
Curious smile, slightly puzzled eyes
Skip the irksome puddles just for you
I dance in a dizzied frenzy
my own deluge
Of rain.

And every soul
I meet on this rain washed morning
I doff my mental hat
I respect you for
Being alive
Despite the sheer sin
Of mortality.

For not seeking bribes
Beyond barriers intrandescent
For salvation looms
Like an army
Of the hideous dead.
Hydra headed hope
Leveraging nonsensical
Negotiations.

For you my friend
Are the same strange
Journeyman as I
We are here on the beach
Of rot and decay
Collecting portentious curios
Our peculiar sea shells
Salvation in many avatars
And reincarnations.

And in the midst of it
watching immense waves
Of Towering rectitude
Break in beauty
On mighty shores
The inner mystery
Remains
A kernel on the sand,
Forgotten forever,
to collect.

I let it go, amicable
Salt water sprinkles my
Cold cheeks
My paisley eyes give in
To the glory
Of an experiential God
Sinking into a setting
Sun
Rising fresh anointed
To make another morn
For us
To live
To know
To learn.

© Amrita Valan 2015