Poezja

When I am completely denuded 
Of my tremors, 
I come at peace with my skin. 
Burnt by raw blaze of reality 
The brilliant confusion of today. 
 
Promising night 
selects the partners of grief. 
Vacantly I fix my eyes on stars. 
 
The words will never convey the silence 
the mystery of eternal search 
amongst the ruins of dreams. 
 
Tongue falters on recitation of factuality 
Over coming the rage. 
Fatal dichotomy of life and death 
starts sleepwalking. 
 
Gulf widens the shores 
seeking in metaphysical depth. 
Speech does not bring solace 
mathematics cannot open the loop.