Quagmire

Trapped in my the quagmire,

Of boundless positivity,

I yearn for simplicity

To shine supreme.

Everywhere I look,

Shadows are all I see-

Like ghouls, they hide the truth

From me.

Sapped of radiance,

I long to run away 

Into the golden daylight.

Where none can seek me,

And I can embrace my solitude in bliss.

Skepticism taunts me,

As beneath every smiling face,

I expect deceit.

Cynicism chars me,

As behind all reflexes,

I choose to identify the reasons.

My faith is nil,

As I stand at cross-roads-

Of reaching out or reaching within.

I feel the weight of dead emotions,

Like  lead,

Weighing down on me,

My mind , my own burden-

Suddenly unbearable.

Walking on cold tip-toes,

I realize with an engraved sorrow,

That I can cry no more.

As my tears would not surface,

To evince in totality

All that has rot within.

Heartless, soul-less,

I trudge along-

Not looking for a shelter,

Nor a shoulder-

But just to find me,

As I seem to have lost my own identity.

My id and ego remain pacific,

As the super remains natural at the affront.

Beyond it all,

I can see me,

Through the shards,

Of my own mirror -

As everything lies broken inside.

Poised

Throwing stones at the water,
She peers at the edge of the sea,
Looking at the orange horizon,
Where the setting sun meets the shore.
The golden haze,
Shoots its liquid darts,
Piercing through the blackened blue.
Grey clouds hover nearby-
Wondering - wandering.
The sea bellows as the waves crash by,
As the sea gulls screech home.
The lovers walk on  by,
Hands entwined-
Smiles fixed,
While the little urchin runs by,
Choosing targets with a wary eye.
Happy giggles of careless children,
Fill the air,
As they set ablaze the sand with their carefree steps.
The watchful eyes absorb the cheer,
The smile reflects the inner sanguine being.
Calmed by pace,
She finds her gait hold staid.
As the kaleidoscope whizzes by.
Her eyes shine,
With a mirth only best felt in solitude.
Her eyes still on the horizon,
She stops at the edge of the water.
With her eyes set yonder- far away
She dreams of spreading her wings,
And going beyond all shores.
Leaving intact the shreds behind,
To this land - to this day.
But chasing skylines her way.
With no thoughts to bound her with,
Or no pulls back to her land,
She aches to be the bird-
That she sees her
Soaring higher,
With every thrust,
As the spindle would fly its way
To the blue skies of freedom.
She longs to chase the sun-
Feel warmed by its sheltered glow-
As like the bird again,
She would migrate to her neverland.
She holds her head now,
A physical block to all her thoughts,
Abuzz aloud-
Chaining her to her sedentary reality.
Her inner screams are unheeded by her mind-
Plaintive be her plea of escape.
Yet her heart draws out its own map-
Its charter of rights ,
It abides by its own time,
Watchful of the ticking clock.
Waits for its own turn to strike-
And brings in the halo of serenity
Around her and keeps the anxious in check.