The Endless I

Within the givens of life

I seize thoughts, weave stories

Live parallel lives

In words, and in reality

United yet separate

Intensifying harmony

Of laughter and tears

Some days I am the question chaser

I run with Alphard across the sky

Asking

Is there happiness

Only to realize it is caged

In soundless allegro of my heart

Some days when magnum opus of life blurs

I strip a piece of dark night

And wear it on my forehead

To burn the crowded hues of endings

I become the eloquent

Yet, once again

Some days I become the crucifix 

Raged

By the sea of blind eyes

By the penury of sacred shelters

Where forgiveness could be all

The allowance of religion

And then,

Some days I see a stranger's face

Longing for

Warm fire-glows of mind's dream

On such days I shed my name

Give it to the rainbow

Mix it's hue in a goblet of wine

I sculpt the heart's caged bird

Name her Ashna (friend)

I walk through the maze of her heart

Where days and nights are not caged

Where mellowed whims are free 

To laugh and cry

In silence she defines me, and I her

In the imagery of poetry

Everything fits

And yet

Everything falls away

In search of the new

I am the ever drunk

Wanderer, lover, preacher, thinker

Ainon N. is a poet, writer and critic. She writes from Chicago, USA