Unhinge

There seems to be something to seek,
Not sure of what to search for.
Some answers evade,
Of questions unframed.
A break from monotony- mutiny?
To unhinge.
An irrepressible desire,
To be closer to the roots-
In touch with nature and natural.
Succumbing to the wealth and warmth
Of human bondage-
In contact with freedom -
And all the 'beams' it may espouse.
Harmonize inner being,
Find a core - a self.
Re-gain a depth,
Afresh- refreshed.
Is it clarity or catharsis?
Or synthesis in symbiosis?
Strange the twists of irony-
As it unfolds its manifolds.
A 'knight' shining like a surprising beacon,
To illumine a certain path of life.
Subtly, unknowingly highlighting,
A course of action.
Peace, in solitude,
Gravity in retrospection.
Mistakes seem heavy-
Not a burden anymore.
To be kept away,
Locked in private shelves,
Away from prying wonders-
Never deleted,
But fodder to be ruminated on.
Random, generates more concretes,
Than any planned structure.
Some more time then,
To crawl out of the shell.
To give the voice,
The much needed choice.
Break free, from all that constricts-
To think and feel again.