Hi everyone ! Glad to see the lounge getting back to its usual legacy. This poem is dedicated to everyone and everything that exists. And no! its not the outcome of drugs this time. Love ya all ! :)
A perfect line without a crimson thought
Takes birth on a void of infinity
And a question mark at the end of the line
Craving for a full stop within every certainty
A perfect name without a name (Picture your name)
Sounds so familiar yet so vague
An abyss of nameless, true silence within
Or is it the loudest voice ever since the beginning?
A perfect light without a speed
Timeless in its instance , but traveling indeed
In a spectrum of neural craftsman illusion
Is this life or just another inherent conclusion?
A perfect radius without a dimension
Cradle to those lost and purity in juxtaposed reasons
Residing inside this soap box of candid perseverance
This parabola is the fundamental difference (Our present tense)
A perfect blackhole without a hole
Hollowness outside , devoid of any soul
Stateless without intuition, absorbing the space
Wondering what lies behind its faceless face
A perfect sanity without collective consciousness
Weaving threads of spiral inter connectedness
Till the sequence becomes incomprehensible to the third eye
Perpetually asking "Are we all just one voice inside all the whys ? "
What happened before the big bang?
How much infinite is really infinity?
What if our entire universe was just inside a grain of sand?
Do these questions depict a profound insanity?
A perfect theory without any evidence
With all its imperfections it still makes sense
That line has a full stop within every name
Behind the blackhole , the light looks the same
P.S : My sincerest thanks to maverick for making me aware of the grammar horror that went unnoticed at my end !