The Eternal Pursuit Poem by Ankur Beohar

Yet another gentle Gnarl in my destiny
Another person's life impressed upon me
as I make way through the vacuum of my impoverished spirit
into the shining star of supernal luminosity

A radiant air held me in her arms
when I tried to hide my vivacity inside the barns
to make way for the higher purpose to conceive
Make the knots within to open, divine grace I could receive.

And since then my being has been out of captivity
Freedom of hope and hope of freedom have been my life's veracity
There were wings which were fastened to my human form
And then there was this ill timed flight in my aberrant yarn

I wasn't prepared, to live through my fate
and thus I was refused to enter heaven's gate!
And this vacuum whose hollow does not cease to cease
has been growing beyond itself even as that radiance I am unable to appease

And thus this mingling/divorce from the mortals of this world
of the pain excruciating that with practice may not even hurt
Has obliged me to follow the nonsensical path through the woods
This journey may as well, give rise to the ulterior goods