Pursuit of thou and self

Beneath the conscious, between the souls

Personifying abstractions

Through the pages of poetry

That speaks, nothing but deep compassion

Through the frantic hunt of portraits

Highlighting the thrones of sufferings

To be hurt, to taste the drops of blood

In pursuit of thou and self

Out in the dark void fumes of emptiness

A tryst was awaited

To match up the deep thoughts of solitude

Of the depth, width and volume

I sought the song of love

Hymns of passion

And psalms of fervor

To quench the quest

For Thou and self,

Embraced the wrath of desolation

To go on and on….