Razor's Edge

Contradictions continue
With the incompleteness in completeness

The half learnt sage in me roars
The unconstructed buildings want to soar

I have mended myself
Yet homeostasis struggles in my cobweb

The iron rods blocks my images
And the conspicuous camera envisages

Open boxes lay on arranged tiles
Gathering, spilling, collecting experiences

The temple bells ring at six
My adrenaline gushes at those peaks

Fortified tears and unwilling myriad smiles
Every night I open my life’s hidden files

The edge and its repercussions continue
And there I see my daily mountain views…