Into <br />some scattered breaths <br />of bygone moments… <br />Into <br />The abyss of broken imagination. <br />I delve myself, <br />and drown in their fantasy. <br /> <br />What is real? <br />And what unreal? <br />I cross the boundaries of existence <br />and realize, that there were none. <br /> <br />In the flow of wanton life, <br />I gather the deathliness of it all. <br />And the oncoming darkness, <br />brings with it, <br />the joy of non-existence, <br />or the existence of joyless ecstasy? <br /> <br />Guide me….O lord…. <br />to that place, <br />where I shall close my eyes, <br /> <br /> ……and see.<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-insight-probably/
