Belong

her wanderlust
epitomized freedom
as free as
the flowing water
of the river
that had no start
and no end
such was her wildness
that she held no fear
and basked in her own light
in communion
with the Universe
belonging only to herself

She...

She was crazy

She was funny

She was emotional

She was badass

She was calm

She was chaos

She was unexplainable

as

she was all that she was

and all that she was not!

She was poetry in a world

that was striving

to learn the syllabary.

Emotions

she smiled

when all she wanted

to do was cry

she felt the storm

that was raging on her inside

years of pent-up emotions

that were stifled-in

had become fluid

and were overflowing

this surge, this force

emptied her of all feelings

and, she let it be

for

it was TIME

to discard all pretences

inhibitions, negativity

that weighed her down

and let the white LIGHT

with it's serene halo

seep in, envelop and protect her

in her journey from hereon...

By Faith

by faith, I believe

that faith is choosing to believe

that the journey of life is meant to be, the way it is

by faith, I believe

that eventually things will fall in place

that there is HOPE always and this truth cannot be displaced

by faith, I believe

that when life's valleys seem mired and dark

there will be a conduit out there that will take me out

by faith, I believe

that I am not alone

that there is an angel up there watching my every move

by faith, I believe

that when the time is ripe

the Universe will conspire to reveal what is right

by faith, I believe

that it is in faith  that I have to BELIEVE
to move on in Life

Sometimes...

a soul, seeking
hoping and yearning

a heart, longing for
love and peace

a traveler, in quest of
untread paths and fresh air

a seeker, pursuing
answers and light

she was beautifully out of place
she was magically blended in it

she was sometimes that
she was sometimes this

a palpable spirit who danced in abandon
filled with simplicity n' bliss!

Stringing the Unstrung

a chance look at
an unending stream
gushing into an ocean
awakened her
from the dormancy
she had become
so accustomed to

the wind on her skin
the smell of the ether
the sound of the waves
incited her to create
her own music
by stringing together
the strings, unstrung 

Observer and I

she sits alone watching a world of her own appearing lost but she is not she wants to understand and know much more which when her 'she' is 'I' she cannot know the order, the light amidst the chaos and fright the unsolicited incite that deflect her might the illusory contours that keep her ashore the obscure metaphors that chain her to her yore the twisted crossroads that debilitate her will the monochromes, the shadows that hold her still it's then when she faces so many ‘why’s’ that she let's the Observer become the I