Quest

I soared above the Everest

Like those bar-headed geese

To find the answers I was craving for.

But answers were definitely not there,

for I descended with howling emptiness.

I plunged below the Mariana Trench

Like that totalitarian darkness

To fetch the answers I was craving for.

But answers were definitely not there,

for I resurfaced with lachrymose nothingness.

I assimilated even the last book of the largest library

Like an inquisitive erudite

To know the answers I was craving for.

But answers were definitely not there,

for I came out with unquenchable thirst.

I wandered about the purest pilgrimages

Like the unpretentious worthless

To reveal the answers I was craving for.

But answers were definitely not there,

for I returned with inordinate despair.   

I embraced her with suppressed lament, and

hid my face in her impressionable bosoms.

She wrapped me in her fragrance and asked,

Why do you need answers?

I looked at her oceanic supple eyes to whisper,

For your manifestation in my soul and mine in yours.

Her dulcet voice consoled, impersonation of same

absolute being can defy manifestation.

Such facile elucidation, absorbed my lassitude

to perfection, with malleable cruelty.

My undone quest remained buried in myself

like an unborn in mother’s womb until travail.

Fervour had faded away from esse, 

like history buries an unsung warrior

of a great battle in abysmal of oblivion. Until,

he demanded, Can’t you walk the easier path?

 Be One?

 As lightening shudders the soil, an infrequent

Intellection shivered my soul. And, at that very

moment of realisation, she appeared again.

I embraced her to garner my unspeakable joy

in her ambrosial breasts. She lifted my face and

asked, do you need answers?

I am the chalice of all knowledge, progenitor

of the genesis, manifestation of creation, wage

of all quest. Pride, veiled by imperfection, had

made me blind. With her trenchant eye she looked

at my cloudless soul and said, no you don’t.