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Friday, September 28, 2012

I am at Peace



Situations are stuck; my life is in rut,
‘nd still I am at peace.
Nothing seems changing, things are so staggering,
‘nd still I am at peace.
No one can understand me, I remain an enigma,
‘nd still I am at peace.
I am trying so hard, although ‘tis noticed but they just dart,
‘nd still I am at peace.
Freedom to me is crucial; but I am entangled in my own blood. This blood is so unreal,
‘nd still I am at peace.
I am confounded and affixed but things are changing. Subtle is at exit, subtlest is on entrance,
‘nd still I am at peace.
I’m at home, but my thoughts roam, and my soul lingers in foam,
‘nd still I am at peace.
The foam I see, with it a silent metamorphosis at wee,
‘nd still I am at peace.
Things are changing somewhere. Timelines cast at me – Beware!
‘nd still I am at peace.
Two-edged sword is ready; my wings are flowing out already.
Change is taking place; the arena is being carved out.
I’m awaiting the signal, a faintest sound, and a slightest movement in diagonal.
Wait has been so long; I’m here to strike; my light bears semblance with that of my vibe.
Till that time,
I am at peace. I am silent. I am at peace.
Never in slumber,
But, I am at peace.