It Helps

a poem by Aryaindia

Amazing in content you touch
The cord that is my lifeline
When sorrow holds much beauty
As it mingles with my own to breathe
Life unto each other as only it can
Pulsating in its joy of knowing
That one endeavours to know
The frail entity that is me

Wrapped up in encompassed feeling
That surpasses the mystery of knowledge
For life that is so large eluding
Amidst the maze of sublime ideals
That emerge as unwitting pop ups
Only to be quietened unceremoniously
Retracting into the shell of illusion
As joy finds its way from one to another

Truly, it helps… to know sorrow that is life