poem II

A window I knew existed
Between me and what I am
A path I knew was carved
To find what I always was

Misty dreamy mornings and lazy nights
Choked on me; where I tried
To come out and
Live like I wish to

I guess it was only
But a dream; I guess I lived it
More than I should have
It scared me

If those answers I could find
I could smile; could breathe
If the world ever rested; I guess
I could move on.

poem

I wish solitude gave me
Answers to my questions
I wish my shivering fingers would
Come to peace - somehow

Curiously palpating nervous system
Sweating fingers and unrest;
In the core - the vacuum I wish
Would rain into tears

At the penultimate horizon; I always
Wish I had just crossed over
Sanctity of my fears holds true, as they
Win over me again and again

The membrane impermeable returns;
To my worst of fears; and I struggle
Scratching it out; and I struggle
To breathe it out

Dance of Randomness

I see as I lay
In my bed; light falling
Through the window
The curtain; a little drawn out.

'C' shaped dust particle
Dances in the light
Like soloist - on a task
To impress his audience

Jealous by its weightlessness
I think - what if my mind was so
What if it could dance
To the tunes of randomness

My science teacher in school
Told its called the Tyndall Effect
But to me; its just
A very beautiful, enchanting dance.