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.

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.