Breaking free ...

I
Unrestricted winds blew carelessly
unbarred, over his frivolous illusions,
demanding no space, giving none
ever so unaware, though he wanted some.

His eyes looked far, somewhere
for sustenance of his life, - solemn and wide
he looked on, beyond those visible nights.

II
Amidst carved clay of human conscience
diaphanous senses passed his perceptions,
clothed in black aura, he couldn't but realise
the impalpable irony of their evident mind.

Intellectual affections were always
far and between, a search unbothered
for someone had been there, before him.

Un-ornamenting allures of intonations, drew
him ever so precisely without intention,
draped in dusty chambers were sown
mollusk fossils of all his insinuations.

III
He had always lamented, ever more so now,
at structures that gave shapes, are now dying
for definitions that were always in place.

The felony of facts he had always thought
were imbibed in theology craving for naught,
his search was never edifying rationality
for in every reason’s structure, was a sense of morbidity.

In the far crevices of his brain, lurking somewhere
was the dark, welcomed always as unspecified, unhindered rains,
by barren lands turned into graves, by the sun’s unrelenting rage.

He shrugged his attired wishes, casually as ever
for he had always known, he had to accept it someday,
the reprehensible corners of his imaginations, will never
yearn for form, which will always remain, abstracted.