Friday, March 2, 2012

My drifting thoughts, once and again,

It drifts, sways to and fro and sometimes

Slips into depths, but I hold them

Back gripping my hold, so soft

And tender, so mild and meager.

My thoughts often wander into contradictions,

So many truths which stay so aghast

In front of me, but my thoughts somehow

Reassure, with a feeling of certainty, the

Non-existence of those contradictions.

The small portion of my mind, holds a dream

So strong and its desire overwhelmed

And I dream, as though in trance and

Chant my words of prayer, so true and wanted

And I feel passion can overcome facts.

In this new phase of my thoughts, the

Newborn aroma and hope, assuring, brings

Me into an avenue of expectations,

Of my prayers just so blissful, and happy

And swaying, now much less than before.

It is as though a flute, singing its music unto me,

Filling me with the hope for that future

That I dreamt, so much and still

A dream that is on the way of fulfillment,

The mind says it all to me, a sense, happiness, hope and desire.



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