My poetry collection.

The fall or empyrean

I closed my eyes
with relief and
sighed with my heart
to remember the past run still car.
And opened my eyes
to see a silhouette of mine
speaking louder in volume
than that stagnant car.
A transparent glass
and a class going on in my mind
darkness all out 
yet a vacant space for light
in the room I am. (remembering the past)
Simply gawking, there was a burst
that blew my mind to burn and run
through the path and fall like an empyrean.
(Diamond-like tears falling.)
And the silhouette highlighted
the grills that hold my mind tightly.
(My rib burning in pain.)
Suddenly I stop and stare at the sky
that shines again a new sky
and showers rain on me and his anger
but I start again the cry. (silence for a while
when someone tells you or scolds you
to leave it. But you again cry.)
And then there is a light that lights up
the street road and reflects something.
And that light ran towards me and I towards it.
I stumbled and I rose to see
it was a moving cycle wining
against the still car with two eyes
that showed the road, yet not traveled
and the other was the cycle, blind.
But it moved with pace and in the vision
that those still cars gave.
(He moved but I was still like those cars.
but this blind vision of the cycle
gave me a way to rise against those scars.)

And that was the rise of the empyrean
after the fall.
I am that empyrean.
Am that empyrean.
That empyrean.
Empyrean.
©Ashu.