Strangers in Bliss

𝐈.

It is as if today, I speak- into the world. Not this room, not a space with walls, no ears to listen.

The leaves of the trail shall dismantle my thought into gushes of wind, no matter how hot or cold.

I’m glad these travellers don’t hear me speak, glad my whispers have no ears to please.

Dear Stranger,

Will you keep this secret of mine?

Without making it a subject of your life?

Truth is, I’ve been conscious for the longest time.

𝐈𝐈.

We are Strangers in Bliss, so will you keep this secret of mine?

I haven’t had a win in a while.

The promised land of brilliance is slowly losing its life.

The devils I speak of are simply my hormonal viles,

Remoulding them wouldn’t be deemed heroic- yet they remain only tries.

Ah- the idea of individual is a farce

This morning I couldn’t recognize the person in the mirror.

It couldn’t be me, it couldn’t! The mirror only reflects an image that looks like mine!

Do I acknowledge it as mine?

I do not have a choice- I rejected the shrine-

long ago out of conceit- oh, who’s to say there exists a divine?

I believe no more.

My follies that were be defeated, now pity me on my fall

Have I been conscious after-all?

Or just a doeth of none but the knoweth of all?

But since we are Strangers in Bliss, will you shoulder this burden of mine?

I have seen you thinking. May I peak into your conscience through your eyes?

I ask for nothing from you, nor the skies.

It is a confession of a mortal self

Scared of death, ignorant of the possibilities he has failed to realize.

(Your eyes are black, just as mine.)

But since we are Stranger in Bliss, please keep this secret of mine

I shall be the jack of all trades, and the master of self

The knowledge of this earth shall be mine,

before her kindred devours on my flesh.

So much to do, know, to think and see

Didn’t I tell you I have a calling from the mountains- waiting to set me free?

(...)

I shall realize the potential I once held into reality.

Justice is to be done not neccessarily to my day-dream-

but the responsibility that has been mine.

To the name I was given-

the honour laid upon me.

(That's where you are heading too- to see who you're going to be-

let us then be a part of each other's journey.)

Let it not fall unto the ears of any walls- be my only witness to this pledge of self divine.

As the leaves fragment my thought into gushes of wind- whether hot or cold, let it be- this time- to your liking.

-Napra

(An ode to self, prelude to the journey I've embarked.)