7`TH HEAVEN

I feel the most intimate when I write

about my feelings , intensely or minutely

sometimes they are diluted ,

sometimes they are hauntingly visceral

but it’s the kind of the same familiar ache ,

that makes me sleep , in the same old way

the hushed nature of when the words fall, from my keyboard to the screen

the iris of my eyes ,travel soundly as it seems

the restful heart of my mind , feels peace

the turmoil in me is long gone ,

when the soothing waves of mental cues ,

melt on the pages to stay evergreen ,

don`t you know , what fall does to me?

touches my existence , feeling all ready to be seen ,

but still not completely,

in the midst of my mind and matter,

I become , the becoming ,

there is a mind numbing peace,

placidity of extremes ,

in the midst of my kind and my clamor ,

I become , nobody

and that`s when , I feel ,

all actualized , feeling , all at peace ,

is this the beginning of human bliss?

feels like pure ecstasy

the oblivion of innocence ,

take a leap of tranquility ,

that must be the same ,

how gods feel ,

or do the gods feel like me ?

as I see the seventh heaven ,

is all within me .

I AM THE POET OF DEATH ~ Leeza Sharma