FLIGHT OF THE SOUL

I Paused and Pondered

To Restrain or let go

And when I came to

I had moved long ago.

Away from the cosy Home

Out , under the Stars

The ground beneath my feet

and its Alright So far.

LIBERATION

Hope and despair

nestle as a pair

side by side

within me.

One year is done

in the blink of an eye

a new one begun

to eternity.

Hold my hand

and understand

and bind me

to set me free.

Bid me to live

and I will live

from now and then

forever to be.

IDENTITY

Its an odd combination but I wear my heart on one sleeve and my conscience on the other. And the two hardly ever see eye to eye.I dwindle between decisions and decisions and dread their disputatious dwellings on any dialogue .So much so that I try to think from my mind but its about as tough as to get a car started on a freezin day when u are late for an appointment. I wonder how I survived till now !! Its like ' I finally got my head together and now my body is fallin apart' .People like me shd be picked up from the regular herd and placed in Isolation. We are like lost socks in the tumble dryer of life!!!!!!! It seems like one cross-road after the other,and I find myself lookin for that one sign that will ensure that however Dark it might be there will be a dawn soon.........kinda like that story ' the last leaf ' where the girl thinks that her life would end as soon as the last leaf on the creeper outside her window falls off and then a painter friend paints it on ,thus protecting the girl but dyin due to paintin in the cold.................Maybe I should take comfort from the fact that it is the light that I seek and not the Dark. But at some moments when I do percieve a certain hint of glimmer, it more than often seems to be comin from the wrong end of the tunnel. These disjunctive ramblings remind me of the words of Wordsworth : " When in disgrace,with men and fortune's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcaste state ,and trouble deaf heavens with my bootless cries."

IDENTITY

Its an odd combination but I wear my heart on one sleeve and my conscience on the other. And the two hardly ever see eye to eye.I dwindle between decisions and decisions and dread their disputatious dwellings on any dialogue .So much so that I try to think from my mind but its about as tough as to get a car started on a freezin day when u are late for an appointment. I wonder how I survived till now !! Its like ' I finally got my head together and now my body is fallin apart' .People like me shd be picked up from the regular herd and placed in Isolation. We are like lost socks in the tumble dryer of life!!!!!!! It seems like one cross-road after the other,and I find myself lookin for that one sign that will ensure that however Dark it might be there will be a dawn soon.........kinda like that story ' the last leaf ' where the girl thinks that her life would end as soon as the last leaf on the creeper outside her window falls off and then a painter friend paints it on ,thus protecting the girl but dyin due to paintin in the cold.................Maybe I should take comfort from the fact that it is the light that I seek and not the Dark. But at some moments when I do percieve a certain hint of glimmer, it more than often seems to be comin from the wrong end of the tunnel. These disjunctive ramblings remind me of the words of Wordsworth : " When in disgrace,with men and fortune's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcaste state ,and trouble deaf heavens with my bootless cries."

IDENTITY

Its an odd combination but I wear my heart on one sleeve and my conscience on the other. And the two hardly ever see eye to eye.I dwindle between decisions and decisions and dread their disputatious dwellings on any dialogue .So much so that I try to think from my mind but its about as tough as to get a car started on a freezin day when u are late for an appointment. I wonder how I survived till now !! Its like ' I finally got my head together and now my body is fallin apart' .People like me shd be picked up from the regular herd and placed in Isolation. We are like lost socks in the tumble dryer of life!!!!!!! It seems like one cross-road after the other,and I find myself lookin for that one sign that will ensure that however Dark it might be there will be a dawn soon.........kinda like that story ' the last leaf ' where the girl thinks that her life would end as soon as the last leaf on the creeper outside her window falls off and then a painter friend paints it on ,thus protecting the girl but dyin due to paintin in the cold.................Maybe I should take comfort from the fact that it is the light that I seek and not the Dark. But at some moments when I do percieve a certain hint of glimmer, it more than often seems to be comin from the wrong end of the tunnel. These disjunctive ramblings remind me of the words of Wordsworth : " When in disgrace,with men and fortune's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcaste state ,and trouble deaf heavens with my bootless cries."