the fairy and the poet...

walking the ignored paths
every step being different
and myriad thoughts of disguise
and suspense to its maximum
that's how he goes
and that's why he is..
being a poet,
of past and future
but not of the now
ignorance is to know
and knowing is to ignore
not all the time but
sometimes when he
becomes like this..
this moment of
uncertain company
or of loneliness
drags him close
to the mighty blades
of death or
sometimes of no-mind..
then he goes
in directions that
he chooses not,
and does whatever
in styles that
nobody ever knew,
and further
questions whoever,
dares to answer,
if not,
he waits not,
goes on and on,
his target
not known
to his maker
or even to himself..
there come the feathers
of the soft and fragrant fairy
of the farthest beauty-land
to impress him?
or to oblige him?
she waves her
fingers in endless storm
of infatuation ..
he stands as strong
as ever before..
for his past
has been spun in mysteries,
carved in stains
of unspoken controversies
and his own guilt
is what he dwells upon..
what mighty spell
this poor fairy
tries to woo
the unbreakable sword
of this mighty poet???
...