Beyond our ken, and obliged fears
Lies the subtle realm, of mystic shades
Like a lighthouse, from faint frontiers
Looms in the heart, what sight evades!

A fleeting flash, lingering in mind’s eye
A yearning nerve, spent in riots of heart
Words can’t help, but, more mystify
Enigmas, soul’s searches, impart!

Would vain be all, human conquests
Fought with a pen, over intellect
If unwon, remain those, defiant quests
Which immortal passions, resurrect!

Why fear to tread, where angels don’t dare
To the, unseen truths’ dominion
With a spirit of awe, devil-may-care
Now write, Those Poems Never Written!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra