Sudharson Ravi Shankar
The Epiphany - Poem by Sudharson Ravi Shankar
Walking along a stranded road,
A sober, melancholy line I toed….
Like a fish out of water, my mind flailed,
I eventually gave in and to a place hitherto untraveled I sailed.
Expecting the worst, I regained consciousness,
Maybe I was a pawn in a game of inter-stellar chess….
Something about heavenly bliss and this place didn't gel,
But neither was it the despair of deep hell.
Suddenly I was being torn apart,
As a hundred contrasting emotions, over me, fought….
I'd fit into a black and white world with relative ease,
Flanked by good and bad, in the pursuit of peace.
After the battle, they flowed like flooded rivers,
Onto paper, leaving a trail for many more….
Pour them out was the message it read,
Providing medicine for many such hearts that bled.
And in this psychedelic experience,
Where finding lost things makes sense….
I realized that once rid of emotional tyranny and strife,
You truly become the master of your ephemeral journey called life.
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