Tempest

Monday, 16 April 2007

I must

Blessed with human faculties
Doomed in surging memories
Linger I, b'ween the past and present
A tug of war at every crescent
An anthem stronger, moments slip
Connecting todays memory with yester
Stiffled in the nuances of understanding
A question in every answer
The space enlarges, vast and vague
A chance given at every turn
But to become a slow burn
A reminder of old choices, a mourn.
Never to question the vast vagueness
Only every action mine
Trudging to keep pace, to see, to stand by
Lines black and white I drew
Only murkier did the worldly gray grew
Never lost in the dark of the world
But to drown in tempests within
Of morals I obey, of principal I sketched
Never to question is loyalty worth dying for?
Is the word worth the guillotine?
Is love as divine as I proclaim?
Is it all worth my dime?
Or do I waste my time?

I must learn to let go

Posted by Pavitra :: 06:32 :: 2 comments