Awakening

 

Shroud of the night, ghostly white

Envelopes all the land 

In the deepest of slumbers.

A mystic by birthright 

Who offers

Fleeting glimpses of insight

Alas, the songbirds with their dawn chorus

Herald the time of awakening

As Eros leaves Psyche's side

The time is nigh

To uncover all that is hidden

The coaxing warmth of the sun

Stirs the earth from her langour

As the mist bids a reluctant retreat 

How glorious be this miracle

That renews it's promises 

Day by day

The Journey

 

Triumphant are those first moments,

The announced arrival of a train, pulling into it’s station,

Carrying you onwards on a journey mandated.

With time left behind and a distilled sense of the future.

A screeching halt foreshadow moments to come, 

Forever frozen in the frames of the mind.

Yet the pilgrimage continues, seemingly undeterred

Glimpses of deep exhilaration can be spied in the blurred chaos

Echoes of a great sense of stillness and peace,

Rippling through the submerged universe...

Each one a master of their destiny

Yet a novice to fate

Embrace of a Python

Heart pounding, Head throbbing
High tide arrives,in a ricochet of the senses
The eyes see, magnifies,
Reflection in the mirror,
A stranger with white pallor

The world fades yet the pressure builds.
broken armour,
and in the run down seams,
fear spills over in a conquest of terror
The body frozen, the chest tightens
Panic is a Python
Embracing to kill

The neverending pursuit of happiness

In the past two years, I've had to deal with situations I never thought I would ever have to. I've been to hell and back. I've seen some of the lower points of my life. Everything, I realised , happened because I tried to force happiness. Big mistake.

I panicked because I thought I was running out of time. Hence I willingly jumped ship, thinking I'll surely find a life jacket along the way. But trusting in blind optimism is a stupid thing, as I learned the hard way.

I used to look into the mirror, admire myself and seek out reasons to believe I'm good enough. I exhibited this in ways that honestly turned into an addiction. But now I hardly look in the mirror, I feel that what I need is inside me and I don't need a mirror to validate me.

Heartbreak kid

Playing games and breaking hearts,
It's all fun for you.
It was for me too, till I met you.

You made me take a leap of faith,
For reasons still unexplained.
I wonder what would happen if we both got on the same page?

I wish I didn't feel this way.
But the heart wants what it wants,
I try my best to keep my mouth shut,
In hopes the truth wouldn't drive you away.

I can live with the present,
Knowing that it's possible to meet someone like you.
But I'll always wonder, what if you were the closest
And I'll also wonder if you are just too good at playing your games.

Well I guess I just have to learn the hard way.

An appeal to innocence

If I find you again,
Will all be right with my world?
Lessons yet to be learned,
I take my time
For an encounter with you.

A wish - is wisdom hoping
That I uncover my senses.
Temptation, you win!
With your twin desolation to greet me.

How long will I be shackled
Conjuring the key to my redemption?
I ponder these incantations,
In the Imbroglio of the moment

 Mortification runs the course.

Finding Love

So this is my 23rd post. The number 23 has always held a special meaning for me, maybe because my own Birthday falls on a 23. Watch the movie 'number 23' if you haven't already. Amazing to see Jim Carrey portray such an intense character.

Coming to the point. What is love and how do you find it? My own parents found each other and I'm glad they did ( not because I was an eventual result but because there is nothing more beautiful than two people fitting together in harmony) Does the soulmate exist? For some it's a myth and for others, their cherished fantasies brought to life.

I'm sceptical about love but at the same time there is nothing more I would want. But I'm so tired already of learning the steps of the dance, figuring out how to dance with each person, only to fumble and lose my footing.

What about the ones who haven't found their so called soulmate? Are they leading a life any less unfulfilled? Does being content not be enough?

I think finding love is having the courage to keep dancing until you find the right partner. Sure you need practise but eventually your step falls in line with your partner. Maybe it's all an adjustment to fool yourself into thinking that this is a good dance.

I'm not sure if I want a wild tango or a steady waltz. But I do know that someday I want to dance with someone who can keep up with me, no matter the tempo.