What course,
What assiduous effort,
Should I embark on
Oh dear Lord?

What path,
What formula,
Should I undertake 
To unsolve
Thy undecipherable equation?

From the dawning perception
To the articulate apprehension.
When shalt I celebrate 
My winged victory
In unravelling your mystery?
In demystifying your esoteric creation?

My mind gets clogged 
With the myriad hosts of confusions.
My soul uncurls and clenches 
To the tune 
Of thine paradox.

I am sandwiched  
Between the slow engulping harmonious howl
And the sudden deafening chasm of silence.
Between the flattery prologue
To the feral epilogue.

When the dreams of painting the sky red 
Are but washed over by a nightmarish wave,
When the flying butterfly
Is but still,
When the golden rays of morn
But do darken the foggy earth,
When my scattered thoughts know no halt,
When melancholy grips my poor lonely heart,

How can I unsnarl thy 
Beauteous complexities??

Oh Lord!!
Show me thy hideous formulae.
Simplify thy sculptured juxtapositions.

Oh shower me thy elixir of eternity.
Muse me name the hollow voids as infinite skies.

Open to me thy gates of death,
Or hoist the flag of immortality.

Perhaps this paradox is called Life!