Some excruciations,some pains, attempts for alleviation.....some success, some failures whatsoever
Restless,frightful wandering aimlessly for the aim. The covetousness to get everything or the fear to loose everything

Contemplation

Standing in the desert..estranged,cooped,alive....
The world is moving all around me,
but life seems to be in a standstill.
I see the colors, I see the life, I see spirit...
I hope I can do this.
Life is an unceasing struggle
One more struggle over n several others to come.
Should there be the joy for the shaft of light visible across the horizon
or the grief of an endearing, pure,virginal cerebration going into oblivion..

Two eyes, both evince love,care,affection...as pure as they can be..
Still stars can't be seen in the night,
Shadowed by silence, I close my eyes tight.
Pray against the odds of uncertainty, all I want is to believe....
I want to wish upon a star, but the sky seems so very far.

Behind these window blinds, I m holding back the tears and find
I think I shall never know, Why I m like this and you are so..

Hoping a beam of sunlight glowing into my begrimed cove through the
window...on a cold winter morning........

Sonnet...

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.....