was the fruit so bitter
so that after a taste
you quicklly turned away
discarding what was once
regarded sweetly ripe

I have been living in fear
- I have moved in fear
and it has blindfolded me

in this darkness I coiled

the connection was lost and i
became a thousand shards
- broken so far away from light

no shadows were cast by

with the blind
being led by the blind

we move in circles around
the circumference of the darkness

forgetting the OM that breathes
relentlessly within - leading
to the luminous all

but it was fear I embraced
and within lost my ways

Oh, Divine - lead me
back to redemption
- lead me
to freedom

lead
me

- to love

there they were, unchanged even with the circumference of my knees. Sturdy and stiff, they refuse to flow outward and remained heavy on my ligaments. and in finding them I discovered that with the least of effort I could lean my weight without straining my knee.

I age with each tear droplet fallen from my tired eyes. And the moisture left in trail quenches the thirst of my sinking heart. The aching doesn’t stop. It’s so lonely in this darkness, and after turning away from that which eased my being, I plead, helplessly, for comfort. But there’s no reply. There’s no where to seek and find. The silence is razor sharp and the void grows readily.

Even if the words shrunk in size or grew in length, even if they were repeated less or replaced by adjectives, the meaning remains the same. The loss with each echo concludes in suffering. And it is prolongued with each and every declination of what is otherwise clear. Crystal clear. Yet obscured by blind eyes.

The lines grow deeper. They reflect the internal seeping of rejection. The words cut deep, they always do. And they leave this trail that is so easy to follow, again and again, to reach the depths thought left behind.

They’re never left behind; Nothing is. And there’s no end really. Nothing really ends. There’s just a stop and start again, but the show goes on.

Confined they stay until they see even the least of opportunities to break the boundaries and leak out. Poisoning our breaths and hearts.
And we pray for an end that won’t come …

seems to me like an endless quest like neverland in a fairy tale story that is anything but believable. What is such thing and how can one write uniformed when thoughts are jumping everywhere - from up to left and boucing back to all ends - where does it go so I can grab it (and by where) and place it neatly in order with the other million words surrounding it?

can one ever know the true destination of the droplets of thoughts?

Keeping up a blog? Somewhere to dump toughts … as they escape anyway, perhaps a planned escape route is not such a bad prison for these restless thoughts. They do pursue a means of existence. So here, they come to life.