Nurturing a narcissistic mind
invites consistent illusions
forgotten is the weary world
provinciality forsaken.
The mind wallops Lisa Ray
manifesting a beauty obsessed temporal world
Long ago did Thoreau prophesized
through the immortal words in Walden
the ways for building of a soul
to live a life
beyond sorrow and ignominy
Baudelaire cursed ennui
deeming it destructive
utterly ravaging man
chanting for Lady Macbeth
whose soul so potent in crime
provided perfect cure
for a heart
profound as an abyss
worthy of invoking ladies of the night
While Satan spirits his soul with Faustian wishes
fuelling the dark Le Fleur du Mal
Such poetic journeys need a shattered naked soul
To triumph over the diabolic
Leading to happiness
This is soul’s journey uniting all erring humans
Quivering poets they are,
Sages of past, present and future.
# The title refers to V S Naipaul’s non-fiction An Area of Darkness
