I Want To Soar Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Sour moments, sores galore
if only I could soar
into the zones of
unmitigated tranquility.

Soar how would I
bogged down as I am by
baggages of yore and the
bondages of the present.

Resent to whom and
rescind to where to unwind
and unload to remain
resolute in face of redundance.

I want to soar from the
surly to the surreal
world where surely I would
drop my anchor and stay put.

Platitudes of transient peace
could no longer befool me.
I want to soar or else
surely I will despise despair.

And will slyly pass on artificial
dreams of a soar into my being
and will remain intoxicated forever
in that hallucinatory world.