The Eye Theatre


I see now

blue monotones
of the fullish nights

weighing more than visions
falling inside perceptions

humming overture
of characterizations
circling around
our indivisibilities

scenic veil of airs
hangs out in a swell
from exchanging matrix
in sacred thread weaves
of our intersection points

That first collision
stumbling upon you
on a driving race in a freeze
until now,  of your
unending maze

I am here.
breathing in the mystical nights
where the rain never breaks out
in fear of a fallout dissolution
of our precipitates in conception

I see you
the eyes that holds you eternal
from our very first magnetic sight
are the
are  punarjanma’s “third eye” insights


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