The Abyss

Continuing from my previous blog, here's a small poem dedicated to my friend Krishna:

The Abyss

Leaving time behind me -
The ravenous predators’ cries

Delving deeper into the tunnel
With no light in sight
Darker grows the space
Around me, Obfuscation:

Alert, confused and nervous
I become; Are these
The boundaries of anarchy?
The webs of encumbrance?

The changes I sought, chasing
The enigma of utopia
The parochial desires that –
I wished to extinguish

Gravitating through the vortex
Metamorphosis of the psyche
Bestowed with the child;
The creation pristine

Encompassing is the vigor,
As if from the vials
Of Ambrosia; sublime is
The bliss of the enlightened

Rudely awoken to degeneracy,
Brimming desire to preach,
To rebel, to lead conscience –
My fellowmen to utopia

Yet the pangs of human touch
Blots in the serene innocence
That unknown trace of impurity -
The nucleus of anomaly; so

Yet another soul has to
Fall into the abyss.

Acknowledgements: Prof PS, MSB 121 (?) for giving me complete freedom to do what ever I want (like writin' poems) in his class, and still giving me attendance. And all u guys who have taken the pains to read such crappy stuff frm me. Apologies are due from my side.