Do i belong? I question myself <br />One more time anxiously, while <br />Waiting for permission to script <br />A preface to passionate musing <br />Called life..! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! <br /> <br />My maiden flight into the <br />untitled world of desire <br />Lands softly on the <br />Flowerbed of compassion <br /> <br />Nobody knows how long <br />I am going to stay here <br />And now at the level crossing <br />Of the dream road. <br /> <br />Like a few drops of dew <br />Frozen in wait for <br />The perennial touch of dawn <br />That is yet to dissolve the <br />Substantial shadow of doubts <br /> <br />Ah! You didn’t know? Asks the time <br />As i stood visibly confused <br />About the fading life-line <br />Caught in the cycle of rebirth <br />Preparing for its return journey <br /> <br />On the canvas, new and clean <br />I watch the interplay <br />Of sun and shadow <br />As they traverse the nothingness <br />Of a dispassionate earth <br /> <br />Between the covers i lay <br />In silence, trying to get <br />Accustomed to its variety, <br />From ugliness of the cactus <br />To insignificant beauty of <br />The grass flower <br /> <br />Unlike a wordsmith <br />I grope for alphabets <br />When i am assigned to <br />Draft the facets of love <br /> <br />Thousands of other emotions <br />State “I plead with you <br />Not to strip us in front of <br />The insensitive crowd and drown <br />Us in the sea of futility”. <br /> <br />I feel mislead in this <br />Topsy-turvy world <br />Of sundry thoughts, yet <br />I manage to break into proximity <br />And hear life whisper to me <br />Its unnamed biography...! ! ! !<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passionate-musing/
