Draw a clear line,
definite demarcation of reality and illusion,
he was given the brief straight and simple,
by the impatient project chief, no ambiguity to it,
just a matter of sorting it out, what is real, what isn't
when far enough in to it, he found it humbling,
everything real begins from  nebulous, returns to it,
real and illusive, are in a dance of interchange, exhilarating,
the cheer spreads as cosmic glow beyond destruction and creation
universe, a kaleidoscopic percept seemed a conjure of cosmic imagination.

If I were to write a poem
To you
About what would it be?
Your eyes, your laugh, your smile
Your lips?
Or how drastically you've changed me?

~

If you were here
I'd cradle your head
And whisper sweet songs in your ear
I'd stroke your dark hair
You wouldn't go anywhere
Cause all you'd want to be is
Right here

~

If Fear was a man
He would cloak himself in Arrogance
It may keep him warm but
It is not a pleasant sight
If Thought was a woman
She'd cloak herself in Action
Peeling away each layer of Arrogance
From the Heart of Fear
She so desperately wished
To claim

~

I don't smoke
I don't drink
My parents are married
They're happy, I think
I have no diseases
No wounds on my skin
We believe in a God
That shelters within
We are loving and caring
I've all that I need
I am not a delinquent
I take most rules in heed
But when asked if I'm happy
What to say, I don't know
Most often I lie
Since my answer is no

It is in those broken moments we find ourselves,

Torn to pieces, with no explanation –

A dark crevasse molded to fit our shape,

Holding our deepest thoughts, encasing our forgotten spirit,

We tend to allow ourselves to be encompassed by this abyss –

Explaining to ourselves the need to dwell on the darkened past,

Swallowed by its projection of memories,

Sprayed upon the walls of our mind like murals –

An endless catacomb of images, seemingly permanent in their manifestation…



It is in those broken moments, that we find ourselves.

Seemingly unbearable days, leading to sleepless nights,

Dreading the thoughts that creep their way to our dreams –

Resting in an endless adaptation of our subconscious,

Playing out their roles, as if upon a Shakespearian stage…

Each thought, acting its part with tragic precision,

Layer upon layer, scene upon scene…

Reaching back to grasp our inception of reality –

Griping its contents, and strangling the ideas to exhaustion; gasping…



It was in those broken moments, that we found ourselves,

With a weighted world pressed firmly upon our chest,

The ebbing soil began to crumble –

Giving light to the somber path traversed…

Filling the now hollow crevasse with purpose and meaning,

Each memory defined by the silver lining expressed in love –

The fleeting darkness, swallowed by the over-whelming feeling of home…

Finding it in the simplicity of a kiss, and the certainty of an embrace,

It is here that we find ourselves,

In the intricate details and delicate idiosyncrasies –

A leggy lass, showing off,
in a short, red dress
in no mood to hold back,
her excessive sass,
rubbed him in a way wrong,
as if by chance.

Everything for sometime
went haywire,
his long held views on girls,
on what should they wear,
the oomph factor
and its upper  limits
the matter of taste in make up,
all those he thought
no focus of men folk
were shaken to the root.

How strange he feels,
when he now looks back
every single piece,
fell right in place,
in his jig saw puzzle,
that reminded jumbled
    all that long.

It starts around March or April of every year.  But they
still come as a surprise  A nice one!

They come in multiple colors, shades, and styles-  but the colors
don't matter much

We don't want them long, Shorter is better this time of year

They befuddle a young man,  yet invigorate him

They grab his attention, sometimes too much!

Of course there are different smiles and faces in these

We all have our favorites  But are they not all grand?

What could be being referred to here?

Well mini skirts of course!

Some of us are motivated by love.  Some are motivated by money.   Some by family/friends.

I am motivated by fear.

By my fear of losing it.  I mean, REALLY losing it.  

Losing what?


MY MIND.

When life  becomes difficult and I feel stress.   I get headaches, or a lack of sleep .

My fear is losing my sanity.  

I worry I will make decisions that will cause others to take away my freedom.  

My freedom of movement.   My ability to come and go at will.    

I value my ability to 'get up and leave' when I feel the need.

My biggest fear in life is becoming so irrational as a result of high stress and then not being able to deal with everyday things.  

Insanity.

And being placed somewhere where others control me and not ME controlling me.

Many decisions I make in my daily life reflect my need to avoid any possibility of this happening to me.

I try to not think about this every day but its always in the back of my mind.