my mind meanders
as the night grows restless
reaching out with passionate fingers
that draw me out of my stupor
                                                  i’m twisted in their embrace
                                                  conflic­ted, astray in this maze
                                                  with unquenched desire they pry me open
an endless procession of memories -
set free from their anchors, they rise up
contorting themselves to the tunes of                       “Should I enter or not?” asks the labyrinth
“what if?” and  “ why not?”                                                           the maze gifts me dead-ends
demanding answers that cannot be given

                                                     an­ argument of the heart with itself
                                                     is not one that finds resolution
                                                    th­e decision is the destination

in the end they all await the Sun

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  17.12.2012

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