hope

Window Glass

I sit and stare

through the window glass.

It’s crystal clear,

except it’s not;

there’s a blurring fog.

 

The eyes try to see something

that I still can’t find.

They wander, like aimless travelers,

on paths, near and far,

that seem to lead

somewhere I’m not.

 

I sit and stare.

I’m right where I always was.

Inspire

Meandering Mind

My mind sets on its own journey,

swimming depths of oceans, enduring sandstorms in lonesome deserts…

My boisterous mind runs faster than me and goes farther than I reach

It pushes me to gather pace and chase it down the unending space…

And then, almost without warning, it stops to reflect.

It wants to see its darkest shades.

The hues of life have faded over time

but left their imprints on the walls, like an ancient decorated shrine.

Springing back in action, it comes alive;

Only this time..

it strolls in the alleys and lanes that had forgotten the color of daylight

It’s seeking answers that are waiting at the end of the mazes that the mind itself designed!