Dissolve

Eyes closed, as if deep in a wakeful slumber

Here I stand in tune with everything;

This feeling - so subtle, so soft and gentle

Yet absolute and whole.


Eyes opened, gently receiving the Light

I looked around me in a wakeful daze;

The trees, the rocks, the ground, the skies, the mountains and morning mists

Feeling so utterly puny, thinking if I even existed

“Am I of the bounded or unbounded?”, I asked myself in a drunken state of awe

The boundaries within me, broken,

My sense of proximity, shattered.


Eyes closed again, hands gently pressed against my chest

There I found a deep-seated longing within;

The desire of wanting to shed this exclusivity and to be included

Into everything and nothing all at once

Just like a drop of water, longing to merge once more with the ocean..

- The Pseudo Poet

Admirer of fine literary works regardless of genre and content, The Pseudo Poet has always found that the beauty of poetic expression stems from a longing to express inner experiences that often sound too inane for conventional diction.

An agnostic and obstinate perfectionist in writing, he draws his inspiration from the beauty and grace of dusks and dawns, skies and clouds, mountains and mists, inner feelings of love, joy, exuberance and compassion and delves into the art of what he calls 'pseudo poetry', almost-there-but-not-quite-there-yet poetry.

He writes at The Pseudo Poet.