shobha - Wednesday, March 05, 2008 3:52:46 AM
Painting by Shobha Pandit
SOUL’S YEARNING
(To all my loved ones)
My soul longs
to take flight,
break the chains,
escape. . . .
My soul longs
to rise pure and free
unrestrained,
throw off the reins
that bind me here. . . .
My soul longs
to trace the untravelled path,
a traveler anew,
trace a new course,
away . . .
away from
existence's nonexistence.
Copyright ©2008 Shobha Nayar Pandit
Comments
I like the conundrum of existence's nonexistence, but urge you to get into the senses to describe this. Cars rushing by on the road, how the everyday can deaden us to the little voice inside us.
Lucy
I Hope You Don't Mind Me Calling You That Or I Might Call You Aunty Shobha Considering That's How We Respect Our Elders By Not Calling Them By Their First Names. =]
It Was Silly Of Me To Not Do that In The First Place.'m So Ashamed! =[