Involution Poem by Pinaki Dewan

Glare by, o' frizzing wind of the calm mind,
You've been of variegated pain to me;
The threaded storm of life too kind
Beside your convoluted psyche!

Flickering darkness, I have left behind,
Yet, I am still in an incumbency;
All that and yet, my eyes are blind-
Is not there too much porosity?

The truth now, of this freckle, we must find:
Why was the world divided into three?
If Gods were meant to be confined,
Why then are there ideals so many?

Paradise, inferno, purgatory:
Are but one to those with sensibility.