Essence
Essence
Vivid appraisals with gratitude,
Keeps messing with the mind.
What does it imply, no one knows,
Fills with obscurity from all sides.
I open my eyes and count relations,
In never-ending ways, I'm described.
But sometimes the question of my existence,
Seems like a blind-folded abstract.
Planned scenes from the play are being performed,
Stump has been set on his accord.
Every word inked on the paper tells the ploy,
Hidden from all, the epilogue is his joy.
Enclosed within the barrier is the nurtured soul,
Gains it's dignity in the majesty's court.
Invisible stains fill its every pore,
Those are blood from the wounds so cold.
When fire burns the barrier down,
Essence gets disclosed to all vulnerability.
With lots of struggle, it finds a new home,
Who says the end, life has just begun.