The Goal, The Path

20th September, 2010

Walking towards the light,
many a shadow crossed my path.
I tripped, I stopped, I smiled,
tears overflowed alongside wrath.
But ne'er once did I lose sight,
of that pin-hole glimmering afar,
It remained my scorching furnace,
it has become my twinkling star.
Sprinkled along the path,
its fragments form a unified whole,
Illusions melt into the ground,
fears drip away from my soul,
a warm blanket of silence envelops me,
as I listen to distant bells toll.

My Soul is Full

12th April, 2010

My soul seemed full, so full today,
with a million leftovers of life;
With numerous strings unattached,
and a couple of them bound to strife.
With dreams lost or just plain forgotten,
And regret walking alongside,
With things I’d done and places I’d been,
With a zest that had all but died.
With a goal that I thought made life worthwhile,
And a heap of arrogance and greed and guile,
With a baggage full of life’s intricacies,
And complications that stretched over a mile.

My soul seemed full, so full this morn,
But no, not anymore,
It’s empty now.
With space and air,
With light and a void,
It’s full of the gift to gather once more.