# Discourses With Self Poem by Seema Aarella

# Discourses With Self



I try to figure you in the vanishing faces

Of imaginary clouds passing before me

As I look through the void of time

And find among its rubble

A tattered note of a discarded poem

Written hastily by an impatient poet.



I try to hold you on the precarious perch

Of my eye's watery boughs

Encased in the orb of yesterday's dream

From where I guide not your journey

Along the inner maze of faith and felony

As is the future dwindling in haste.



I try to revive you from the ashes

Of a dead star on my gloomy sky

Bring you into glowing existence

Conjure heaven amidst fanned ruins

And discern life in the fleeting instances

Before getting sucked into black hole of death.

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