ODE TO ECSTASY

Mine is an ode to ecstasy,
No place it has for nostalgic tears.
A silence so musical, never again I know I might hear
But I’ll have a shot at diplomacy,
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!

A flickering flame life-an indefinite lease!
Used to feeling good, I take no unease,
for what persists today must tomorrow cease,
too short a time to grieve some unrealized fantasy
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!

Life will be a trade with every usual shade,
through toxic, tedious waters, I shall have to wade.
That fragrance so sacred, never might I feel
But used to secret raptures-I’ll break not my policy!
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!

An excuse this world and its intoxicants
Sinners all lost, lost all saints,
I too shall be lost, or pretend to be.
That symbol of an “ought”, I’ll no longer perceive,
but I too must now learn, the art of hypocrisy,
Mine is an odd to ecstasy!!

TO AN INDIVIDUAL

Love, for the lack of a better word,
is no means to an end.
But, is not it an end itself
in this passing moment?

Seeing my joy, some friends asked me,
why do I not show?
Why would I when seeing you “free”
I get my joy in flow?

No excuse is this bliss unbound,
to capture a breeze so fresh!
That soft breeze, though, is a pretext sound,
to infuse life’s joy in flesh.

Yet I long, to share with you,
everything that’s mine.
But then, what’s mine, but myself,
and some useless lines?

And therefore, to you I give,
this surge from some deep source.
For myself I can give not,
since I already am yours!