Do i belong? I question myself
One more time anxiously, while
Waiting for permission to script
A preface to passionate musing
Called life..! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

My maiden flight into the
untitled world of desire
Lands softly on the
Flowerbed of compassion

Nobody knows how long
I am going to stay here
And now at the level crossing
Of the dream road.

Like a few drops of dew
Frozen in wait for
The perennial touch of dawn
That is yet to dissolve the
Substantial shadow of doubts

Ah! You didn’t know? Asks the time
As i stood visibly confused
About the fading life-line
Caught in the cycle of rebirth
Preparing for its return journey

On the canvas, new and clean
I watch the interplay
Of sun and shadow
As they traverse the nothingness
Of a dispassionate earth

Between the covers i lay
In silence, trying to get
Accustomed to its variety,
From ugliness of the cactus
To insignificant beauty of
The grass flower

Unlike a wordsmith
I grope for alphabets
When i am assigned to
Draft the facets of love

Thousands of other emotions
State “I plead with you
Not to strip us in front of
The insensitive crowd and drown
Us in the sea of futility”.

I feel mislead in this
Topsy-turvy world
Of sundry thoughts, yet
I manage to break into proximity
And hear life whisper to me
Its unnamed biography...! ! ! !

Seema Aarella

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passionate-musing/