Breaking the bounds of ecstasy

Every breath,
Every sound,
Everything that resonates
My senses and brings them loud.

Every rustle
Every breeze,
Every feel that elates me
To the boundless reality.

Every thing that makes me real,
Every thing that makes me feel.
Every wonder that makes me kneel,
To its unreal countenance in ethereal.

Too joyful to counter sorrow,
Too light to feel the weight,
Too straight to bend in doubt,
In a hurry to stop and wait!

What feeling of energy,
Flowing in my lethargy.
Bring me a glass of water,
If its death that's around,
Who cares, I will die with laughter.

--Mohan