everyday the soul meanders in the dark alleys of fear .everyday the soul finds its harbour in the small niche of hope...why is this duality present...i ask this oft repeated question that resonates in the walls of this empty skull ...spasms of memories flood the hollow but are pushed back into oblivion by an inconsistent shred of a will that resurfaces from the ruins to exert itself now and then...disenchantment from the outer realities...ground realities...disinterest in the inner storms...the thought, a mere tool like a nose to breathe or eyes to see ...the thought that ricochets yet abandons...that wants to be heard yet forgotten!everything seems meaningless, purposeless except the remembrance of HIM....the harp of His music plays on and on....what am i but an extension of Him....there is no I to hope that His light may be reflected...no I to wonder if despair and hope are the two sides of the same coin....no i to count the currency or bankruptcy of the soul...just this harp...a continuous melody.Am i dead yet...or is this life...living Him , breathing Him!a mighty awe surrounds the halo of this sphere where darkness and light merge to form indescribable patterns...whirlpools.....shifting....this incredible lightness of being...confusion...submission...or something else...who to ask from and where to get the answers ....no proper pattern of questioning to unfold as well!the answers lie within....the harp plays on....minutes merge into hours...and hours melt into days...years....am i waiting..i wonder...am i there...i wonder!..is there an I!.........wonder!!!!
