The Being...Beyond. Poem by ishaan punj

Intensely it moves around
Becoming everything it sees
Neither hideousness nor beauty it bounds
Breaking every shackle …the being it frees.

Tears of ecstasy in love it brings
Episodes of madness still linger around
In joy, in pleasure my beings sings
Everywhere only the being is found

The beauty of the untold word
Remains dormant in the conscious mound
All lofty ideals that before soared
The being now overshadows, only truth surrounds


In clarity the world is seen
The real existence becomes a playground
The being witnesses everything unseen
Finally..with death it becomes homebound