YET TO GO

A dawn's early gaze

Over an ocean's lazy haze

Awakening an osprey in his nest

To another days bountiful fest

A nations flag on its pole shall rise

Serene in its cities’ skies

A placid morning is all we own

The seeds of a mighty plant just sown

Before we face life-looking like an old crone

and before being blown into a full blown cyclone

Back to its nest is the mother unruffles

Feeding its breath, keeping its sound muffled

The sun is out in his fiery force

Just as we begin life's main course

To find ourselves the best we can

In every endeavor of our life span

With the journey yet to be undertaken

I can only hope it is not all forsaken


A nations flag on its pole shall rise

Serene in its cities’ skies

A placid morning is all we own

The seeds of a mighty plant just sown

Before we face life-looking like an old crone

and before being blown into a full blown cyclone

Back to its nest is the mother unruffles

Feeding its breath, keeping its sound muffled

The sun is out in his fiery force

Just as we begin life's main course

To find ourselves the best we can

In every endeavor of our life span

With the journey yet to be undertaken

I can only hope it is not all forsaken

Fight or Flight??

To a visitors eye the vast expanse of my house looks charming, even beautiful under the circumstances, but what do they know of a the turmoil raging beneath? What will you do when your parents refuse your love? What would you choose between love and life? People often argue that there is little difference between the two but unless faced with the choice you never know, how deep the ravine is or how wide the canyon is. Would you leave the love of your life for your career ahead or  would you leave your life’s love for her? Such thoughts often hide behind the politest of smiles to any alien soul. Taking such decisions is always a cause of pain for someone or the other and not making a decision factually destroys me, so what do I choose?? There is evil in both options and choosing the lesser of the evils doesn’t make it a right thing to do so that decision was itself a nightmare to take.


                Do I forget those lovely sparkling eyes, that gentle laugh, those long black tresses, those pink flushed cheeks, the lovely blush, the tender caring heart, the witty voice, those taunting and yet loving retorts, that playful tone and all those loving times we shared so deeply so that I could stay away for a time and make a future, a rich, comfortable, bright, not-needing anything ever future for us. But to leave her even for a heart beat’s span is not something that heart agrees to. The question that both her and my hearts ask is for how long is that “time”. “How long so I have to keep my heart ripped off without yours to keep company?” she asks but alas I have no possible answer. I stand cursing myself for making her weep, watching the strings of pearls roll down her cheek I think ‘no boat can stay still in a rocking sea’. I wonder what I could do to solve the crisis. Long I ponder over my love’s fate and my lives’ own route. Only to realize I can take neither course of action without ripping my heart to pieces, and wondering which one of the evils to choose only to realize that I have run a full circle and back, right to the start of the turmoil raging in me, “To fight with my love or to take flight for her??”