Paths to Glory

I lay down bedazzled by the irony of life, Being stabbed at by a jagged knife, Nursing and licking the wounds, Receding into my newly build cocoon. My voice has failed me, a mute, My soul no longer yearns the truth, My mind feels restless, empty, A thing of the past, its beauty. My ears have I turned off, deaf, My heart of all emotion bereft, Blinded by the light of one's pride, How can I just take everything in stride? A rage boils over, spews fire The mind is unsettled, peace desires, But a slave to human urge, It just feels like another purge. There is no loneliness in this time low, My trusted aides, my heart they know, By my side they are, the way they show, At a time when most of the world is a foe

I have the baton in my hands, To save, to care, to nurture. I have the baton in my hands, To nourish, flourish the future. I hold the future in my palms, To grow, to show, to learn. I hold the future in my palms, To love, to give, to discern. I have the light shine in my eyes, To lead, to glow, not follow. I have the light in my eyes, To truth, no lies, bright tomorrow I hear the voice in my ears, Advise I need to listen. I hear the voice in my ears, Strength to travel the distance. I feel strength flow in my feet, To walk the path to greatness. I feel the strength flow in my feet, Taking me closer to (self) awareness A sense of calm in my heart, To suffer, to endure, be brave. A sense of calm in my heart, To experience, to encounter, to sustain! I sense the awakening of my soul, To harmony, to calm, to quietude. I sense the awakening of my soul, To consciousness, to peace, to nirvana!

Empty mind, evil thoughts . To the mind that has been accustomed to overthink, the love for finding a reason to worry is pocket change. A small change in attitude, driven by unrelated elements, may stretch the imagination to think of the worst. Why the mind tries to play such tricks on the pitiful souls, one will never know. But, arguably, no amount of cajoling is enough to put to rest the insecurities that lie buried in the mind. Being of such emotional nature generally makes the heart weep at the thought of being separated from the recesses of the soul. An over thinking soul would always find his way to a fear. There may be nothing beneath the wraps, but the mind knows the trick to play up on insecurities. The mind finds a way to prey on the inner peace, all it needs is a time to pounce and what better time than when there are no other thoughts dancing around. The dance of insecurity Loneliness breeds insecurity. The desire for companionship, friendship and acceptance drives the

Lust not love, harsh reality staring in our face, Love has left the heart, for it there is no place, Jumping and sprinting with the fast life to keep pace, Where has the love gone,  left without a trace! Everyone wants to show the world the trophy in hand, To any lengths they would go, to show the world they can, Long chats on ear phone padded ears, beyond my ken, No one in the world, seems to want to use the pen. Long ago did Shakespeare write the tale of Juliet and Romeo, The undying story of love, pain, death and sorrow, Todays Juliet has many romeos, who are but callow, No one knows if the love will see the morrow. Insipid, clandestine tales of love, of passion, Stemming from want for some, for others just passing fashion, A trophy to hold, not to behold but pride on his possession, The beauty of the greens, the park bench r enascent.