Enmeshed I Am... Poem by Shivani Yadav

Enmeshed I am...
In reasons and argues...
In me and that pure me...
Who knows?
On my soul what's engrossed...
That enjoins me to play...
That enjoins me to feel...
Something pure and true...
The original and new...
Its nature is to rebel...
And it wants me so...
I urge to read...
The enigma- writ upon it...
Which seems mysterious enough...
Like an encryption...
On an old grave stone...
That when deciphered...
Will en-gild me...
Will enliven me...
Will relinquish me from this 'ennui'...
And there will be engendered a 'fragile' thread but 'endode'...
Between me and my rebellion soul...
Which when en-kindled...
Will lighten me up...
To relinquish, to be re-missed...
Of this enormitytious fake world...
To relish the 'vastness'...
To relish the 'new'...