Questions… Choices…

To be or not to be…. To do or not to do… To think or not to think… To let go or not to let go… To be brave or not to be brave… Are some of the questions that I daily struggle with… Sometimes I make the right choice…sometimes I don’t… But darned right I make them… No one and nothing can take that away from me even if the question is to give up or not to give up… That’s the only thing that I have. The choice! So however muddled it might be…. It’s mine to make…

His Goddess…

His Goddess, was she

Worshipped he, her feet.

Sung praises by his lips

Body and soul to meet.

They kissed in the gloaming,

Heavenly passions, unfurling

Sweet choir, in their joining.

Abiding promises, in their binding.

The cadence of their love,

The ebb and flow of the world.

Breathing softly in aftermath

In his arms, she lay curled.

Kept staring, did he

At the slight smile of hers

Ne’er noticed any difference

Bent down to kiss.

But just ‘fore their lips touched

Saw her edges looked hazy

Light seeping out of her

Featherlight, lazy.

Screamed his grief to heavens

Never once she looked back

His will-o’-the-wisp, be she.

His Goddess, was she.

Will…

Get on with your life – says everyone… But how do you do so when you are stuck on the same old questions that have been plaguing you all of your existence… Do you just forget them? Or let go of them? Or make your peace with them? What do you do?

Peace – the elusive siren with her enslaving song… There she goes, on her merry way, snaring the wary and the unwary alike in her thrall… I hear her from a safe distance… And yet she’s made her stay in my being… I yearn for her, neither strongly nor softly, just enough that I can’t repose without making her my own…

Ah Peace! Where art thou? I question and crave your being, your existence… Yet, I’m yours, ever willingly…

Shadows…

The night weighs me down

When the world slumbers by.

Eyes unfixed, unseeing

On the horizon to lighten

Up so that

There’s clutter and clatter

Daily humdrum of life

The chores and errands

Myriad things to fix.

By the by, the day passes

Twilight zone emerges then.

Heavy soul, heavy sigh

The drudgery of darkness.

Counting the seconds

Time slowly slithers by

Shadows ‘pon the world

Coiled in its tangles.

See it all, do I

With eyes unfixed, unseeing

O’er the horizon, they wander.

Churning, frothing in depths

Never becalmed the waters.

Feelings in the grey zone

In Shadowlands, my existence.

Nameless be thou

Who banished me to this.