Existential Elations Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Every cell in my existence sleeps for a while.
For a time that isn't even alarmed to me;
I'm calmly taken to silent sips;
I don't do anything to engage myself;
I just let myself flow with the curious order of the nature,
that happens to continually converse with my conscience.
Race and romance, and the prose and the poetry,
all these elements don't liberate me at times
And I'm sometimes exiled to the inordinate elations.