Tag: worshipping

  • Act of Worship

    We are here hunting haunting paradigm shifts
    while our exquisitely glistening unreality spills
    softly into the night in a secret shrine somewhere;
    seraphic dreams (holy, profane, & tender) merge
    yet meanings are not alike, they have multitudes,
    nuances, that are tied to dreams, tastes, & neuroses
    even when we strive for transparency,
    while we cling to a fairy‑tale sense of identity
    amid turbulent scenes, a delicate, fleeting glance
    reveals a much needed allegory of sweetness, of
    shadows redecorated by light beams, strategically.
    I’d like to fathom you as more than a projected inner ghost or
    an angel-minded muse or a presence enclosed
    in a cage of their own making or a synthesised archetype,
    I know you are real, but at times, for my own sake, I forget.