Sunday, December 29, 2013

Let my words and my words alone
be all you need to know of me.

Let only the distilled essence
of my purest thoughts spread fragrance
till where it can in this vast world.

The rest of my existence is
an insubstantial wisp of smoke.

Only that which matters will make
its way into your minds and hearts.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Sparked off by Milan Kundera

“ What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”-

Milan Kundera

Vertigo is fear of desire to fall 
in wild abandon of everything held sacred
from an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

How steely should be courage for losing it all 
on the path to freedom that's thorny and crooked?
Vertigo is fear of desire to fall. 

Denied of simplicity that dispels the pall 
cast by facades o'er the soul cause want to be rid 
of an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

Yet indignity of having to creep and crawl 
in lowly disgrace can only inspire dread. 
Vertigo is fear of desire to fall. 

What mysterious power compels to heed the call
which promises escape from that prison like stead, 
from an acquired stature restrictively tall? 

Whether or not to plunge, seeking moment's enthrall 
as joy can evaporate to sorrow instead. 
Vertigo is fear of desire to fall 
from an acquired stature restrictively tall.