Exiled Star Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Paleness and pleasure enfold me
Beyond art and enigma my existence travels
I rummage my rhythms where lies the bullshit
Faculties outside too sound fussy
Enthusiasm sits back, the intensity flies high
Gracefully I go round and round
I establish the views, and the words, and the spaces
I photograph; I fail; I once again picture it
I live in there; it all lives inside me
Endorsed by emptiness, and evoked by ashes
I lose faith, but it returns to me differently
I don't react much
I forget the fashion
Fragrance rules over
I answer in silence
Enriching you, and engrossing everyone
I fall ecstatic; I'm turned more beautiful
Godly, prophetic, and stimulated one
I'm my own art; I, the sketch, and I, the unzipped
I, the introvert, and I, the extrovert
Found nowhere yet I'm observed everywhere
In elastic immensities, in varying versions
I reside here; I'm an exiled star!