ONISM

Mere a fleck of that dust o'er earth; mere a grain of sand,

How elfin be thy existence o'er this cosmic land.

Umpteen questions; thoughts aplenty gallop hither and thither,

Adrift clouds of scepticism fly as unbound feathers.

Lo! Thy mind's a kingdom; grand to behold;

Thy heart's a cage of thoughts untold.

Of vales and dales with unknown tales,

Of truth and lies that waft with gales.

For, a billion questions blanket grooves,

They trace thy footfalls; drive thy moves.

Of skies of secrets; cosmos of mysteries,

Of goblin kings and tampered histories.

Deeper into the abysmal kingdom of Nyx,

The starry cocoons of befuddled ivory streaks;

Veil enigmas as gossamers densely weaved,

Of ozone layers: they say; hath been cleaved.

Tis life thou breathe; an identity thou hold,

What perpetual a light beyond pearls and golds;

Scintillates thru' earth; unveiling tales of yore?

How a soul: nameless though! Landed onto this shore?

What visage reveals; of Gods and divine forms?

Arduous souls immune to tempestuous storms,

For, thy eyes hath ne'er beheld a nymph, 

Percolating visions; impelling forth the lilac crimps. 

Thou be the morsel of a modest lifeform dwindling with time,

Thy thoughts as humans; perhaps soar as birds sublime.

Yet few doors conceal secrets right behind;

Not for thou; but for the evil wigglers that bide inside thy mind.