For countless eons

I have been in love with a phantom

Which my eyes never saw

and my fingers never touched

But my soul always felt.

That perception

Which aroused me ,enlightened me

And the yearning increases with each day

Then should I recede....

Or move to that paradox

Which once shattered me.

Scream my heart scream..

Utter some word

Though you cannot discern

Love from hate-but still

You want to hold this inexorable pain

Then precept the illusion

For life all is illusion.