Between the trees and thorny bushes
This road is all I have to drag my feet all along.
I halt at every few steps at the sound of wind
But, it is my own breathing I hear more and more
Telling me the truth of lies that I am breathing unsettled
And the murky mind let itself trapped in the cyclic rotation.
The road appears far and narrow with the clouded atmosphere
I am not settled with the world outside, never ever
I know I am but me, the silence beyond quietness
The oneness without a second
Yet turning towards me is the hardest of all, as,
the whimsical tones of senses play hide and seek with me
And, the shadows remain real.
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You are so much inside my head and how it's been for a couple of weeks Nityajeevi. It's ok though sometimes it's nice to have company.
ReplyDeleteWoW! Wonderful writing from you ... I've read it several times now. Definitely one of my favorites :-)
ReplyDelete@Thank you TWM. I have a lot to say, only time is the limit:).
ReplyDelete@Thank you Fiona. Appreciate that very much.
Nice to read you after some time. So much said and some are understood.Keep writing.Tc.
ReplyDelete@Thank you Venus:)
ReplyDeleteWell described in words, and I could relate to the moment.
ReplyDelete@Jeevan..Thank you very much:)
ReplyDeleteSo many different poems with such heart felt words.
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