Something Celestially Seminal Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Millions of years have passed by
Millions more will fall ahead
But I'll remain so forever
May be an unfinished conundrum
Which'd be romantically free
Free enough to any interpretation
Meeting and beating inside
Vastly open to enigmatic edges
Doubtlessly there's no doubt to it
That I'm there and not there
I'm poetry full of poetry
I'm that beautiful bliss
And my own bloody art
Never losing heart, I'm alive
All alive to the absurdity of intensity
Shaking and shaping the world within
Thoughtful theater and sleepless sigh
I don't why it doesn't hurt
Why it doesn't encounter me
Why I'm like happy in every way
And not sad over the fact that I'm sad
It's a little life with hell lot lightening
Lightening that too is little
For a specific audience
And showing nothing to the nasty nots
Something supreme I'm;
Something synthetic swims inside
Something celestial,
And something thirsty for details
Enthused to the utopian yawns
Haunted by heavenly hues
And drained with dystopian deeds
I'm the same thing, that Daro's dust
With same charming sight
Someone astonishingly strange
A deeply decisive double entendre
A whistling version or a watchful vibe
A map to monumental moves
A youthful universe or an ancient area
A painful purity or the damned dawn
An inspiring intimacy or an avoiding ash
An axed smile, I really don't know
Undeciphered dance is dear to me
Intuitively attuned to elastic emotions
I'm the resistance to this rainfall
Do you mind it? I don't do at all!