K.K. you intrigued me. I am running amok. you have really hit me in the most sensitive of me with your weapon words.
In your poem I find the entire theory of creation, a mine of searches, an ocean of knowledge. Yes in a delirium all else happens in this cosmos, and the Creator created, Adam and Eve erred and Shiva and Shakti in an entanglement of love and cosmic mating did everything. In a flash everything appears and on a sudden vaporizes. Out of the blues you and I in two distant places fixate ourselves and the distance created by space too is an illusion. You write frenziedly and love to read yours zealously, and this union between us through a thread of words will break shortly for we too are in frenzied unions.
This poem is philosophically inspiring and some of the great truths our Vedas and Purana are tirelessly unfolding for millenniums. Scientifically also there were chaos, something nebular and in our eastern philosophical term it is called Maya.

