I Journey to the Asphodel Meadows

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Sun Jul 05 2026

I am limited by my being.
As I walk along this Acropolis
Sensing this heat on my hairy arms,
Tasting this coffee with my burnt tongue,
and my eyes, tired of that code on screen for 14 years, now condemned to seeing this world through these smudged Ray-Ban browns,
I can only have this one urge:
I must trap this feeling into a 2D perpetuity.
I am limited by my being;
Heaven and hell are impossible now.

I am, however, limitless in my becoming.
I recite the forgotten tales of Titanomachy.
I cry to the cicada's calls at dawn to his forever.
I rewrite the lost epics since Iliad with recycled lessons from Gita.
I am unbound by epochs and beyond judgement.
I whisper to myself that Hemera is born to Nyx
And that, that is Truth enough.
I free this 3D world into my universe of infinite meaning.
My limits do not matter anymore;
I only care to visit the Asphodel Meadows.