I wouldn't look beyond.
It was a pledge.
What if I see no signs?
Would I look for them?
Will there be a pursuit?
I have lost the chase before.
Why try again?
Is it right to pray for a sign?
How does one convince, the heart,
who claims to know it all,
Oh heart! you are illogical, foolish.
Where do the messages come from?
Are they...the signs?
dragged by all the forces,
in all directions.
The stronger they get,
the higher i go.
Like a leaf that has withered into nature's play,
i glide away unwillingly.
The window was open...
Instead of flying out from there, the fly, flew in the opposite direction. It surged ahead and banged against a mirror. It kept knocking itself down for a long time. The window's reflection was so real. Why, there was equal light coming in from there.
After several attempts, it moved away...from repetition...It found the real window. Outside which there were no mirrors, no deception.
The everyday battle –
to survive.
The rush,
mindless junctions,
speeding time.
The self created flux,
Where I kill i.
Would it be different
Mind –
If you ceased to be?
Would it be better
Ignorance…limit.
Sailing through the
unguided labyrinth, is
me…lost!
Intelligent, unique,
powerful, vulnerable –
Human.
Laid mines in the backyard…
Now – in the pursuit
to shift, home.
You don’t rest…
What else could I do with you
Mind –
What did I do to myself?
There it goes
that thought -
released by a soul.
Now it will linger,
freely in the air.
Now, it will meet
similar thoughts.
Collective, strong wishes -
Simple, passing comments.
Ideas, spoken - unspoken,
Prayers!,
they all glide around.
Waiting to be picked, by
destiny.
trying to do everything
being in every place.
being a solution for everything.
an expert in every field.
a fear of being left out somewhere...someplace
not wanting to be cut off from some domain.
how long?...
how far?
how do they do it?
remain in one place,
all thier lives.
me - adapt to everything!
why do i even try?
can i complain if i don't want to be like clay?
bend twist and turn.
is it ok to scatter?
sometimes...
one mind thinking of several things.
looking for an opportunity to crawl into nothingness,
to gather the assortment.,
filter out a discernible chunk---me!
sometimes...
this goes on for ages
