A PROMISE
PRISTINE......Quaint
are the paths....The paths  I
choose to tread.... Prosily
hovers silence over words
that remained unsaid.... Emotions
numb and fears allayed...Eyes watched
as the heart bled...No qualms
no quarrels... no regrets... no morals
Torn apart is my soul
from these worldly apparels....Unleash
my spirit from the quagmire of desire
let it unhindered soar
higher and higher.... Pray
touch me not.....for my Wings
are of fire. ..   .Each task denied afore
now beckons me yonder... invites
me to perambulate and ponder
unite with the rhythm deep
under....To conquer it all
and unashamedly surrender..
On the pyre of
abnegation then shall the Self
incinerate.... From the ashes
will emanate a song immaculate
The rhythm of universe t'will
dictate.
Dwells in my bosom a hope
sublime...and a rhythm
sanguine.... A promise made to
self...A promise
pristine.........
