It is not a poem
To spell out my complex realities
Nor a poem to open another argument
It is not a poem to rehearse a soap opera
It is the shattering of the glass ceiling
It is the unveiling of the open skies
And the defeat of all my insecurities
It is a poem about nothing in particular
It is an envelope full of mysteries
Loaded with sacred secrets
A display of the anatomy of insanity
A dissection into the tendons of reality
It is a poem about the spirituality of mathematical theorem
The cumulative effect of overdosing in poetry
It is a poem about infinity
And a story about eternity
When Lovers embrace for a second
And time is frozen
It is a story about the open ocean of possibilities
A journey of self-discovery
It is a poem to fill in the lingering questions
And maybe answer a few more mystical equations
It is an illusion
It is the shadowless dreamer
Jogging on the path of enlightenment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is your 900th poem, a poem about the spirituality of mathematical theorem and a story about eternity. It is really a beautiful philosophical poem on life, love and dreams relating to spirituality having incisive expression. I appreciate the way of presentation. Thanks for sharing.