Impossible Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

It is impossible I know
But there lies the beauty of it
If it is possible then it
all becomes regular fare
I yearn to make it extraordinary
I know it is out of the world
I know it is peerless
And there lies the beauty of it.

When it is possible
When it is accessible
It all remains a straight line
And a uniform motion
Then there won't be a shred
of inspiration to live on.
I want this to remain impossible
Yet within my realms.

To be with always without
ever being really so.
To look and be amazed always
by doing so sparingly
in reality's aching experience.
Let it be impossible always
But I will think that it is
indeed possible in my mind
And that keeps me alive.