Adrift

A plodding sentiment found here,

The residue of what elicited along,

Only the part remnant glistens holding,

My role the Mahayana school spares.

Why hurled here…, the zero I pride,

A tedious life in nearing convergence

Its essence ‘Pa and Ma’ me on prance,

Only it inflates the searching entity glide.

Still adrift it’s for the realm alien,

To hold on to for the case self-polishing,

A decoy ineluctable, drawn hanging,

Failure its dwelling home proven.

But to hold back, as the whole air erupts,

From mere ‘replication’ frenzy chased,

But to sift on finding where it be honed,

To get along the tide, interface apt.

Yes, life sucks optimum blurred out,

But, get on the track, a peep there,

A shallow petty air dissipated thither,

Hold the ground, a dreamdom shielded out.

A seeming robust thunder chinked bolt,

A resilient composure explores afar depth,

“You rot”, the lax glitter contorted forth,

“Whereas thou suffer”, mused to the halt—

A plodding sentiment in love with the affinity,

Intact the zero ground resilient to luring vanity.

A hearty laugh here!

An electrifying wave there!