What is made of
Twisted dreams and unreachable goals?
What drives you to the edge of reality
Where you fear for your soul?

Hindrances strewn in the paths you walk
Placed by one’s own inadequacies and flaws
No matter how much ever you set them right
They haunt you like sheathed claws

Hopelessness is what it is called
A state of perpetual dark and gloom
No ray of light dispels this pall
And you are jailed in this sombre room

Battered and bruised,
Psyche in knots which cannot be undone,
Lightless eyes, doused hope,
Soul exchanged for never-ending throb
Of pain and dreadful anticipation.
All the love is lost and the will to live.
And then the hand sneaks out
To **** the self or the other?

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To look at oneself and
Listen to the soft murmurings of the mind
Regarding what to do, where to go.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To cleanse the mind
Of memories, impressions,
And to start afresh.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To be in the company of one's own self
And draw strength from whithin
To face anything and everything.

Sometimes one needs to be alone-
To be free of the mask we all wear,
To  reacquaint with self
And to face life and death.

My thoughts about who you are doesn't matter
What it matters is really who you are!!

Joy is a star bursting in a million colors
It is the rainbow a dew drop boasts about
It is the cool wind on a sweaty brow
And the silky fur of a graceful feline under your palm
Joy is when you touch your own heart and feel the beating of someone's heart
Joy is when the soul is liberated from its shackles and become one with the One

Where am I?
Suspended somewhere between the Creator's dream
And painstaking awakening from my dream.