Soul Searching!

The Mind Freeze!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 16:54:00 +0000

Darkness dark as this
That light ceases to exist
I’d give negativity a miss
But crying is hard to resist

Emotions they battle with themselves
Sanity is at stake
Tools I need lie on hidden shelves
Empty handed my destiny I try to make

From where will the strength come
When I don’t see anything
With bruised pieces some
I attempt something out of nothing

Forced to make compromise
The heart revolts
Controlling the feeling apprise
My attempts experience a jolt

Alone even with souls around
Every voice is like a scream
Opinions unrelated abound
Nightmares replacing every dream

Faith is all I have to cling on too
Deterred by a mere breeze
Questioning where I belong too
As thoughts in mind freeze

I guess its just a passing phase
as I live for another day
my purpose isn't a wild goose chase
God willing I will find another way

Soul Searching - The Revival!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 22:41:00 +0000

“The woods are lovely dark and deep,

but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep

and miles to go before I sleep”

- These words by Robert Frost have often been the cause of a smirk on my face while I
move further from every tempting milestone in life.

Life eh!,

Over half a year and the mind has been an ocean of thoughts, ideas, rhymes, verses but it just didn't occur to me that I had to write and over the past few weeks I feel this void like there is emptiness inside telling me that I have some unfinished business. Is writing that addictive or am I the only one feeling that way. If it is an addiction then would be the most harmless, in fact beneficial addiction of them all.

Well, I hope to drench myself in it from hereon on a regular basis and I hope and pray to God that he gives me the strength, the discipline, the will and the feeling to do that, Amen!

I, unraveling me...

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 16:30:00 +0000

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As I boarded my flight to Paris, my life had turned a new leaf and thought I was leaving everything behind I was smiling for some strange reason. On the other hand, was it strange at all, this is what I had dreamed of, my own designer boutique at the coast of the French Riviera and it was happening now…everything that brought me to this moment had to have a purpose right?

Through life’s journey, my strength was my belief in me

I knew, I will be everything that I wanted to be

There were many a hurdles on this road winding

Treasures of achievement mine for finding

My designs, my hobby and passion now had a Dior stamp

Those dreamy weaves, now a talk of the ramp

Yet, it seems just like yesterday

Many years ago from today

Never knew complexion could be the parameter for glory to attain

Somehow, in every play, I was always made the villain

Wondered why I played those roles with élan

Until I learnt to admire the trophies of my life span

I was no less than a boy

Proving that was my only joy

Standing up against the society

Establishing women power, my only priority

I would always look up for answers to my mom and dad

Until I learnt their support was the biggest strength, I had

Ironically, I wanted to be everything a girl should not be

Pilot, Detective, Politician and Chef were not professions for a she

I even wanted to save the world from an alien attack.

The helplessness, it was hard to hold the tears back

I kept taking flights of dreams with my feet hardly ever on the ground

Until I learnt to wait for my purpose to be found

My confidence was always a winner

Sloth and gluttony made me a sinner

Procrastination was my biggest enemy

Put me into troubles many

My free will needed a harness

Until I learnt to discipline myself through a pursuit relentless

Rules made me a rebel

My school s and colleges still have sagas to tell

Everyone remembered my name

However, brownie points were surely not my claim to fame

I can’t believe how long it took

Until I learnt to live ‘a little’ by the book

I thought love was about fairy tales and mills and boon

I would never want to spend my life dreaming by the moon

Then one day near the lovely woods, I met love

A conspiracy against me from heaven above

Inevitably, torn apart, crying for hours I would sit

Until I learnt that love was not dependent on the outcome of it

My creativity in my career, got me to places

The corporate world showed me the outline of my purpose in traces

While the stalwarts watched me through the scanner

I breezed through all tests in an eloquent manner

The pace to maintain my standing overwhelmed me

Until I learnt that, I need to toil, for the heights that I wanted to see

I still remember my first pay cheque; I was on a cloud nine

Parties, friends, vacations, dinners and wine

Living everyday like there was no tomorrow

When you have money, can there ever be any sorrow?

I forgot about the savings that I should have kept

Until I learnt, I was neck deep in debt

Always wanted to be a good friend

For my friends I could fight until the end

Everybody loved me, they were always there

Purpose solved they vanished, I was caught unaware

Standing on crossroads, I tried to be strong

Until I learnt, in judging them I was wrong

Life suddenly became a black hole

Every second taking me away from my goal

I lost all interest in work and living

I drained myself in measures of getting and giving

I broke down, numb to everything, cold as a stone

Until I learnt, that in life’s battle you are always alone

I had no answers, yet questions were storming my mind

Where did I go wrong, a way out of this mess will I ever find?

The world is ruthless to the one in remorse

I could see myself drifting away from my course

I was lamenting at this state, surely not what I had set out to achieve

Until I learnt, I had even stopped to believe

Indulging in lengthy conversation with the supreme power

Music my soul mate of every hour

I immersed myself in worship and singing

My mind relaxed, experiencing sparks of a new beginning

Sympathizing with myself, with all that I had seen

Until I learnt, I was just being a drama queen

A free spirit like me, how could I be bogged down like this?

Me and defeated, no way, something went badly amiss

I had wasted so much time; there is still a long road to my fate

It was time for a revival, to start on a clean slate

Did not know hardships made you stronger and God’s favorite

Until I learnt, his ways to guide you are sometimes tough, mysterious and great

Walking beside me along with him, was his shadow my mother

Her perseverance and faith in me like no other

I sorted everything out and today have no regret

With valuable lessons learnt, that I will never forget

My best friend, my co passenger on board my flight

I finally made it, as she always knew I would, right!

The Sunday Roar

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 14:23:00 +0000

Check out the Magazine published by my team, The Tiger Trails for the Super 4 Round of BPL. Here comes - The Sunday Roar

Here is our magazine: Click on the image to download the pdf version.

Check out the works of the great minds of the people behind The Sunday Roar.

Debosmita’s in-depth article on the Bhopal Gas Tragedy
http://debosmita.wordpress.com/2010/06/28/cover-story/

Sudhakar’s racy account of ‘The Domestic Olympics’
http://idlivadasambar.wordpress.com/2010/06/28/the-domestic-olympics/

Sudhakar’s intriguing thriller (crime fiction)
http://idlivadasambar.wordpress.com/2010/06/28/the-garage-door/

Neha’s unique limerick on Indian politics,
http://www.nehasilam.com/2010/06/future-not-so-bright.html

Pallavi’s quick comic/55-er on power of media
http://writerzblock.wordpress.com/2010/06/27/breaking-news-again/

Rashmi’s interesting travel journal – City City Bang Bang
http://hungrypiranha.blogspot.com/

Kanagu’s analysis of Print Versus Electronic media
http://kanaguonline.wordpress.com/

With love to Mankind...

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 13:03:00 +0000

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I was intimidated
My existence inflated
The showbiz jazz made me uneasy
Concern of millions seemed so cheesy
Potential threat underrated

Not a moment of pride
But an ordeal to abide
I had seen my kin breathe their last
Disappearing as I watched aghast
Emotions were tough to hide

Inevitable questions at last
A will to get over with it fast
I wondered how it felt to be the last tiger around
Loosing everything to human greed did not have a joyous sound
I wish I could change the past

Haunted by the media lights
I missed the grasslands and mountain heights
I was perplexed by the insensitivity of my audience
Wondering why my species were paying a penance
Memories of my friends and playful fights

I had known human emotions
This savagery was beyond notions
This was a mockery of concern and care
Bewildered, I could only helplessly stare
Of this death in small portions

My only words to mankind
To make amends or to keep in mind
A smirk as I walked by the shocked eyes
A sort of sweet revenge for my kin’s cries
“Look! Even your extinction is right behind”

Romantic Interlude

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Sat, 29 May 2010 19:13:00 +0000

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The Charmer;

Waltzing into my life sweet and slow

Words, smile and his charm to show

Would change my life, I didn’t know

The Rendezvous;

A simple arrangement of sharing

Joy, love and caring

Stealing from life, was I daring?

The Magic;

Silence transforming into best conversations

Laughter breaking walls of inhibitions

Being myself I was, without hesitation

The Bliss;

Hours of planning, for the next meet

Away from this world our heavenly retreat

Lost in dreams, my heart skipped a beat

The Love;

Now a thousand miles apart

Everyday yearning for another start

An unanswered prayer in my heart

The Life;

Won’t need a cure ever

Any happiness whatsoever

Can live in those moments forever

Hear My Voice!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 22:59:00 +0000

I am judged every second

It’s like I’m under a microscope

I question my belief of a friend

Frankly, I have lost all hope

Your way or the highway, you’re uptight

I ire you with every act

You perceive my thoughts and you’re always right

I want to tell you otherwise, I fear how you’d react

I know your intentions are true

Your superimposition makes me hold back

The harsh words that come out of you

Reminds me of an ability that I lack

You’re one of the best I ever had

I forget everything and laugh when you’re around

When I scamper like a clown, you’re glad

Change in tide and you nail me on the ground

I know you care

But it loses the charm after all that is said and done

Would patience for you be a dare?

A little tenderness never hurt anyone

I want to share and I want you to know

But you leave me no choice

My true thoughts I am so scared to show

Why can’t you ever hear my voice?

So Long My Friend...

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 22:14:00 +0000

I asked you again and again
Let go of your pain
Let me lend a hand
Let me by you stand

There were moments when you’d break down your wall
You’d open up a little, be carefree as I recall
There was hesitation but a willingness to live
And I was there, my friendship to give

Everything was perfect and then distance came
Drifting apart with excuses lame
Every time I tried to reach out
You shunned me away with your garbed clout

I never wanted you to change your ways
I just wished you’d not accept me to through the days
I finally asked you the inevitable, do you want me to be your friend
You said everything but a no…left me hanging in the end

I still see the tension in you when I am around
It seems like every day I fight a battle on lost ground
I let you go, I know you will never tell me why
I’m never going to give up, but henceforth, will resist the try

It's funny how I keep wondering what went wrong
It’s funny how sentimental I get when I love being cold hearted and strong
But isn’t the law of nature that what you give is what you get
It’s funny how most often in life that’s a belief I regret

Just another sleepless night!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 04:08:00 +0000

Confessions of mind overflowing with thoughts...

Solemn resolve
Will to evolve
Fear to dissolve
Memories revolve

Conflicting notion
Overrated emotion
Daunting proportion
Constant Commotion

Means to prepare
Confidence to dare
Selfishness or care
Karma’s stare

Smile of content
Clarity of Intent
Actions meant
Nothing to repent

The goal in sight
In search guiding light
Something doesn’t seem right
Just another sleepless night

I know when It Rains...

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 20:54:00 +0000

I normally don’t think of you
There is so much to do
But every time the wind caresses the trees
The rain dances with the breeze
I wish that you were here with me
I think; will it ever be
I close my eyes and feel every drop call out your name
I wonder if you were here, would it be the same

In the raindrops I see reflections of the times we were together
I don’t need a cure; I can live in these moments forever
The world says, now that you’re gone I ought to be sad
I’m far away in another world, they think I’m mad
In harmony with the rain, as emotions flow
I smile; because I know
Though you’d probably never tell me
I know when it rains, you think of me!

Puking Poison!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 22:40:00 +0000

I was leading you all along

Just for see if your will is strong

It was clear you don’t have in you

I was trying to find something to like in you

I could sense, there is something not right

You were being an angel, but always so uptight

You wanted to know everything about my life

You were ready to put an endless strife

I was avoiding you, you did not understand

You were cautiously increasing your demand

You were looking for a chance

A small affirmation to do your dance

And when nothing worked out

Your ego hurt, you developed a sudden clout

You started with my complete unworthiness

I was rather amused by your senselessness

I am actually glad to have been acquainted

Didn’t know your soul was so tainted

This is a messy state to be

Maybe puking poison will make you free!!!

Undying Love

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 16:22:00 +0000

I can’t imagine my life without you my love

I will fight for you from heaven up above

We will be the always be with each other

I will leave you never

I can see the depths of oceans in your eyes

I see purity in them no deceit and no lies

We will have many a cherished moments

I will hurt you never

I like everything about you

I feel with you every moment is so true

We will be the happiest couple

I will doubt you never

I don’t care about your looks or how old you are

I want you near, and not very far

We will make every second seem like a dream

I will deceive you never

I will love you till the end of time

You are mine and only mine

We will treat each day like it is a lifetime

Cause tomorrow I may just change my mind

But that my love, I will tell you never

Yeah! go ahead...

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 03:29:00 +0000

I create distance and give you no reason

Your memory of me lasts just as long as the season

My thoughts; misunderstandings

Yeah! go ahead try me for treason

I blame you for everything

Your stance for me from the very beginning

My retaliation; extremism

Yeah! go ahead sue me for this thing

I put forth a condition

Your charter for me built out of inhibition

My story; unheard

Yeah! go ahead treat it as trepidation

I don’t try to see

Your feelings for me

My feelings; crushed

Yeah! go ahead with the third degree

I am baffled by how you are wrong never

Your insistence on forever

My existence; denied

Yeah! go ahead let me be the cause of the tremor

Keeping a tab on every word, everything stated

Whew…it was never suppose to be this complicated

My decision; End of story!

Yeah! go ahead let me be the one hated

one small step....

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:57:00 +0000

We knew we could work it out

If only we could climb the mountains of doubt

We knew we could have moments to treasure

If we were not busy in quantities of measure

We knew we could cross all hurdles together

If we were not blaming each other

We knew we could make every second count all the way

If we were not so scared that we will grow apart someday

We had something special we both agreed

We know one small step is all it did need

Today all we have are ruins in the grains of sand

A dream wasted with its blood on our hand

There is still longing within our hearts

We could, really make a fresh start

Our eyes overwhelmed with dreams they still see

One small step, between you and me, who will it be?

When was the last time?

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 19:56:00 +0000

The moon still shines with all its beauty and splendor

The flowers still bloom with their petals so tender

The trees still dance with the breeze in divine bliss

When was the last time you enjoyed this?

There is tremendous strength in hope

There is a method hidden in the things to cope

There is way out from this deep abyss

When was the last time you believed this?

Not changing the way you truly are

Not letting charade to dictate every hour

Not pretending, lying, deceiving and give everything negative a miss

When was the last time you behaved like this?

You knew when you looked into their eyes, it was to last forever

You could bet your life that they will hurt you never
You knew you were meant for each other just by the first kiss

When was the last time you loved like this?

Remember how you could shrug every wound and move on

Remember how amidst storms a smile your face would adorn

Remember how every fear, your strong will and confidence would dismiss

When was the last time you lived like this?

....living in the moment.

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 02:05:00 +0000

I was waiting for life to happen to me

and I saw it pass by

better times to see

and not having to cry

I was waiting for dreams to turn into reality

and they shattered one by one

kindness amongst cruelty

and turn around things already done

I was waiting to make it big

and I always fell short

Execution of plans without any rig

and not having to abort

I was waiting for perfection

and everything became a compromise

Confident of my circumspection

and not the same old reprise

I was waiting for an end to this state of flux

and it just took over me

Desperation to get down to the crux

and method in madness to see

I decided I need to live in now

and find a mean for feeling to vent

I seem to have found the strength to gain it all back somehow

By just living in the moment

Is this what we were meant to do?

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 12:52:00 +0000

(An amateur writer’s impression on the recent chain of events in Hyderabad)

Its lovely weather and I have nothing better to do
So I thought I will ask you
Let form a cause, let’s form an issue, find a reason to brood
Yeah, lets burn some buses dude

We are fighting for our rights
While lag of duties has risen to phenomenal rights
Some action is missing in life
Let do something and create some strife

The climate is creating havoc everywhere
But this is our claim to fame rare
Let’s not waste a moment to stop and think
Let’s destroy everything in a blink

There people to be fed and roads to be built
There are chores to be done and matters to be dealt
Those are responsibilities of others in the city
I have no reason to feel guilty

I can make something of me and do my kin proud

But that takes a lot of hard work for crying out loud
I will break glass; destroy property and burn in this conspiracy crude
Come my brother, let’s burn some buses dude!!!

....orchestrate the end of mankind!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:59:00 +0000

On the occasion of worldwide "Blog Action day", October 15, 2009.
www.blogactionday.org

How did we land up on this edge?
Is it the result of our quest for knowledge?
In search of profits against nature
We find ourselves today at this juncture

Our reason for existence, depleting day by day
Cemented walls falling like castles of clay
There is chaos beyond our imagination
Unnerving is our technology fascination

The seasons are turning around
Chilling cold and Smoking ground
Each concrete jungle gets us close to extinction
Our mind consumed with greed, for any distinction

Our homes decorated with the ruins of the wild
Disappearing species a warning mild
Our charm to use things that do not decompose
Comforts do not allow alternative methods to propose

What is it that stops us from seeing any sign?
The pursuit of progress that made us cross the line
Have we become deaf and blind?
As we orchestrate the end of mankind?

On the occasion of worldwide "Blog Action day", October 15, 2009.

Where's Life Headed????

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:12:00 +0000

Born with a twinkle in my eye
Of dreams beyond the sky
A want to achieve things beyond comprehension
Devour of any apprehension

There’s always something to achieve and someone to defeat
Every step a battle no chance to retreat
Grades to achieve, behavior to follow, chores to do
There were rules on manner to breathe too

Blinded by lessons in patience and perseverance
Food, Cloth and Shelter and a whole lot of pretense
Good education, good job to measure my success
How could I be any less

Would I be someone with a lot of power and pelf
Or be happy experimenting being a chef
Would I have a band of my own
Or through writings would I be know

What I have today is basket of degrees
A job that allows me to pay a high living fees
It sends a shiver down my spine
Is it, that my dreams and reality do not align

Life is slipping away like the grains of sand
Not even traces remain on my hand

How Convenient!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 19:42:00 +0000

Don’t know if this is complete yet....

U think,

For you ignorance is bliss
For me no bigger crime than this
For you callousness disguises as space
For me it cannot be present even in trace

For you lying is a birthright
For me a disguise to my plight
For you the stars are the destination
For me a mere wish is a fascination

For you the knowledge of the world is less
For me it causes unnecessary stress
For you its learning from your mistakes
For me it is raising the stakes

For you this birth was for a season
For me fault of the season

I think,

For you it is convenience
For me it is just my lenience

Life.....less than none!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 19:26:00 +0000

Emotions overrated
Reality understated
Dynamic fluctuations
Conflicting situations

Web of desires
Burning pyres
want for more
Acceptance of what’s in store

Difference of thoughts
Miscommunication in lots
unidentified state
Disaster’s bait

Wavering footsteps
revamped preps
Fear of the unknown
defense walls grown

Simple decision
Focused precision
the done can’t be undone
a life less than none

.....and I break down and cry!!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 20:05:00 +0000

When I feel them walk all over me
Knowing my pain, they will not bother to see
Its then that I feel like tearing the world apart
A fire of rage, burns within my heart

When I see myself fall flat on the ground
I feel the thorns below and around
If only I could destroy the garden of life forever
The lure of flowers tells me to do that never

When I feel I am alone
Supposed friends ready to hurt with knives and stones
Its then I wish I had someone
Soon realizing soul mates for me are none

When hard work brings failure always
I yearn for the better days
Its then that I feel I am doomed
And hope someday I’ll see the bloom

When I see people playing games
Lauding me, then calling me names
Then I feel ashamed of it all
Wondering why they stoop so small

When I see my dreams shatter in front of me
When the question is to be or not to be
When every breadth of mine pinches like a sword
Its then I scream and say why! O Lord!

How desperately I try to fill my heart
To get up and make a fresh start
Have the faith and courage to try
But all I do is break down and cry.

The Deep Blue Ocean!

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 20:51:00 +0000

So calm and at peace with itself and yet the world is unaware of the turbulent waters it hides without a sign of turmoil. Giving life to millions of living organisms, bearing every load of the land, bearing the load of harness every moment giving many a baffled souls solace and tranquility.

Morning shows the hustle and bustle of the fisherman trying to make their living; men and women from all walks of life use the purity to wash of their sins. The birds hover over the only part of the universe they trust apart from the sky. The sky that itself bows to the magnanimity.

Noon brings in the loneliness; cause the world needs to accomplish the goals and
ambitions that it had defined for itself. No one remembers its existence and its any perceived value, only the net laid down by the fishermen bruise the already wounded heart of the this bed in blue.

Evening brings in the cheer, as lost souls caress the winds that adorn it and then dump their dirt on it, yet there is a cheer within the blue for the want of being acknowledged for existence.Night everyone has somewhere and someone to go to, however, the blue stays there stagnated for yet another day when life would be just same as it has been for the past thousands of years

The kings of modernization know it to be the only source of unlimited tangible profits.

The only thing that seems to care is the rain, without hesitation, without condition, it falls on the blue with all its love and refuses to leave the side of the blue.

And then one day unable to bear all that is stored inside, like a dormant volcano it erupts and just engulfs the entire universe in its fold, leaves no stone unturned and the aftermaths of which are felt for days together.

Once the job is done the blue goes back to its normal self for another thousand years where it will give many a shelter, love and total unconditional commitment to just give and not take back anything

That my friends is the description of the Deep Blue Ocean by an author, I read it once, then again and again and again, cause there was something that told me there is more to this than appears!!!……………….and then it hit me, did she just describe HERSELF!!!!!!!!

The search that never ended....

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 20:35:00 +0000

She lay in peace and her epitaph read "the endless search; that is still on". Every breadth a new struggle, a new fight, a cloud of fear engulfs every ray of hope. She tried; she left no step unturned to make sense of the madness but now she finally succumbs to try new worlds for a different realm.

But is her search over those questions still unanswered

Why for what and till how long????

All the way she wondered why her parents kept convincing her to follow the path of righteousness, be kind to others. Never hurt anyone knowingly. Never want something that you do not deserve

What they should have told her was to follow the path of righteousness, rarely. Be kind to others as long as it serves ones own purpose. Hurt people and be ignorant about it. If there is something you deserve, snatch it…. or else you will never get it.

She reached close to Insanity trying to solve this entanglement between her inner and outer self and lost her peace. The day she let go was the day she became free, because it did not matter what she did, she lost all sense of judging what people did and why they did it.

All that mattered to her now was running after the butterfly, basking in the morning sun’s glory, getting drenched in the rain, smiling at every passing soul who looked at her as if she was from another planet…but she never felt the scorn, all she felt was unexplainable bliss…something she had never felt before. It did not matter anymore

Yet, her eyes were always moist…she could not explain nor identify what it was that made this happen but this was it, she would be laughing at something she liked, such as a carefree child would, and tears rolled down her eyes, all in the same instance.

She kept searching wondering, but no answer came to her, she was clueless of this phenomenon that was building up inside her.

She meandered in vain with her quest for life and after it ended did she realized that what gave her this inspiration to her present path was her silent nemesis ...

Journey Across the Sea

noreply@blogger.com (The Speaking Wood) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 20:40:00 +0000

As I embarked on the journey, I never thought
About all the turmoil that ambition brought
There were voices stopping me by the shore
On the other side calling me was the unseen land of the lore

My ship had all that I needed
A balance with reality is all destiny pleaded
Strength, courage, determination and will power
Were my kinsmen of every hour

I sailed through the calm waters and then came the storm
It threatened the existence of my ship breaking every norm
For a moment I thought all was lost
But my strong mast justified all its cost

There was calm, wide vista, with nothing to be seen
I had dared to go where very few had been
There’s still hope that I would get there
To the place I don’t know off, but a land rare

One day across the horizon this land appeared
My body tired, will drowned and soul seared
Yet there was a smile of victory and satisfaction
Unknown land, unknown risks, yet so much attraction

As I woke up and opened my eyes
A sense of freedom from all illusions and lies
The distant land was my goal my dream
The ship my vessel, my guide to my realm