Reality Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Never had her in the
way I wanted her,
but that yearning for
her yelled at me and
made me believe that
it wasn't true at all.
That I am in her
and she is within me
was ingrained deep
in me which ingratiated
that relentless urge
to have her beside me in surge, strife, steadiness
stillness and emptiness.
And that belief propelled
me into the that cocoon
of comfort akin to
the cushy oblivion
of a nocturnal slumber.
But wake up I do
and fall down with a
thud to the burning
wicks of reality leaving
my being scalded.
Now I have learnt that
art to be suspended
in sustained disbelief.
I inject in my frayed
nerves the most
intoxicating thoughts
about her alluring
presence and in that
trance I find her in
the myriad ways
that I wanted her.
Reality it may not be
but what's real
for me without her.
Unreal, real, virtual
abstract and concrete
all merge in that
kaleidoscope where
my hues merge
seamlessly with hers
and now there is that
eternal feel of endless
and enrapturing orgasm.