Sunday, June 20, 2010

"...Am in the attic"

Glorious, splendid, extremely excruciating,
back then, it was, what it rightfully was
any different it couldn’t have been... See More
remnant: the will to wipe the scars clean

Effortless, impulsive, jerky, berserk it was,
unfounded, vitals weak, ingrained with flaws.
What if it had to be learnt, cultivated, acquired
instead ? mutual, premeditated, skillfully wired?

Can sanity join hands with spontaneity? she asks thee
Can passion be channeled through wizened wits?
Can experience limit itself to learning; not force one to be
one way or another, ever ready for more, uninhibited, free?

Its in this mindful space that the pixie wanders
her tiny wings aflutter; sparkles she squanders
in this dark unchartered territory so tantalizing
where fearlessly her own fears she's vandalizing

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