Caged

Do you exist?
Will you teach me show and guide me
Do you see my image O Mage
in that starry cornice of the
Cut glass crystal you're sipping on?
Did it nick your fingertips
That uneven jagged edge,
Are you equally heartsick?

Or is it true as people say
We come alone to go alone
And the one always
To love you best
Is you, yourself.

Is it not cheap to think
about
The many lifetimes we could have had
When one minute in the garden of your dreams
Would suffice me an entire life?
Who are you stranger I know you not...
Are you perhaps the shadow of my mind
Are you my thoughts let loose in the universe
Making its match with kindred minds?

Are you one many or none?
Are you the garden we forever left behind
In our innocence consuming fruit
Of design
what  shameful plot to deny
birthright.
Nothing ventured  nothing lost.
Towards divinity,  then mankind.

This idle and fruitless hope of mine
That in your kaleidoscope one day I shall shine
You will flash upon my mirrored wall
The reason for this ectopic life of mine.

This hope wastes me into hollow scoops
Like desert sands blowing in solitude
Making hills and burrows by Time
Eroded
None withstood its ravages or understood
The meaning of its fleeting caress.

I'm imagination bent crooked
I'm poetry turned lascivious
Shoulders hunched over I covet
This paltry page to become
My book of life written in
surreal scrawl
Divine O Shining
Mage

The cipher lost
Or maybe he drew lots
By my very words
I'm forever caged.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015