Revolutions of time
and dice of fate
forcing a choice
that lies beyond the apparent

layers and layers of prejudice
and half-truths
of pretence and superstition
peel off

THIS IS WHAT I AM?
ONLY THIS?

                                                        It­s not just about the fork in the road anymore;
                                                        ­              or about the road not taken
                                                           ­                its about the only road-
                                                           ­             that remains to be chosen

Despised? No…Feared?…maybe
littered with the sacrifices of my
broken heart, my injured soul
wounded pride; and darkest fear

                                                           ­                                                                 ­              and yet I shall choose
                                                          ­                                                                 ­  choose to live with my choice
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                            to rejoice in it,
                                                             ­                                                        and try to turn it into a celebration
                                                     ­                                             for maybe- my choice is as tormented as I am.

and so that fate may stand stunned
and beaten at its own game
and time may witness our Triumph



-Vijayalakshmi Harish
08/09/09
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