I sit and stare
through the window glass.
It’s crystal clear,
except it’s not;
there’s a blurring fog.
The eyes try to see something
that I still can’t find.
They wander, like aimless travelers,
on paths, near and far,
that seem to lead
somewhere I’m not.
I sit and stare.
I’m right where I always was.
My mind sets on its own journey,
swimming depths of oceans, enduring sandstorms in lonesome deserts…
My boisterous mind runs faster than me and goes farther than I reach
It pushes me to gather pace and chase it down the unending space…
And then, almost without warning, it stops to reflect.
It wants to see its darkest shades.
The hues of life have faded over time
but left their imprints on the walls, like an ancient decorated shrine.
Springing back in action, it comes alive;
Only this time..
it strolls in the alleys and lanes that had forgotten the color of daylight
It’s seeking answers that are waiting at the end of the mazes that the mind itself designed!
I guess I never belonged to any one place,
But I did belong,
To music, where I lost myself to rhythms and my imagination danced on tiptoes;
To nights, till dawn broke and my thoughts curled up to rest in comfort;
To burdens, that are now weightless due to the timeless hours that starved them.
I guess I never belonged to any one place.
Heart & Soul 