Chrysalis On A Crystal Poem by Boban Ramesan

Chrysalis on a crystal

You can't go in there!
Open is the door, real it seems
but it's forbidden, for the mortal
to be inside, the resident darkness
is welcoming though, bound to time
and unbreakable, but it isn't true
for a mural on a crystal, alluring
but innately fragile; the ochre
of earthly nostalgia, the blueness
of the skies unchanged! but (you know)
it doesn't last, the fragmented second
is all that is, the ephemeral cloud
transforms into figures, a subspecies
of human exists in the dreams, let it be!
The genes, the blood, the cells are real
and they know you; the strangeness
of strangers is a fog, they're in the play
for the sake of the art, like the artist
painting Dorian Grey, the sitter becomes
the stimulus and passion; Dream is indeed
the reason of unreasonable, Wonderland
it is that is burrowed into, the rabbit
knows the labyrinth well, deceptive is
the looking glass, seductive, self absorbent
selfishly holding onto the images; knowing
they don't last, yet the art blooms
creating streets out of alleyways, the corners
have talkative people, the vector of thoughts
transcending the space, another world
takes birth in parallel, undying but
impenetrable, as memory precipitates and
random clouds flock together, tunnelling
into the tunnel, an insane illusionist
throws away his illusions, the gist of life
births from ancient incantations, the child
doesn't heed and runs around, from one
to two to numberless holes, following
the shadow of the rabbit, only to lose
himself as the glass crumbles, the painting
ages against his best wishes, the imagery
dissipates into the mist, the walls come down
breaking the heart, the dream is over! …