Barefooted

Where would I go, walking the miles in search of me,
Only to find I belong to thee.

Every twist and turn in the lane

The sunshine and pouring rain

The storm alone or with wind together

One shelter for any weather.

The longing for home doesn't cease,
they say “home is where the heart is.”

The tireless race of the mind

The body lags somewhere behind

The soul has still a lot to find

Are there really two-of-a-kind?

So many questions unanswered remain

This never-ending quest only pays in pain

Loneliness grips me amongst a thousand and one

 But when there is no one,

It leaves me alone

 And I’m on my own.

The honking cars with their darting lights

Dimly lit streets in the lonely nights

I carry our picture of togetherness and ease

And look into it in times like these

I see faint lines of love, virtue and vice

Of guilt, revenge and sacrifice

The farther away I run, the closer you hold me

I’m powerless before the light I see
I find myself enveloped completely,

Folded like that bed-sheet neatly

which was tainted by the spilled tea

We still fight over, was it you or me?

I sometimes suffocate

At my irrevocable state

Which I have carved for myself, ornamented with hatred

And now there is always an empty other side of the bed

My self-invoked isolation mocks

I pour another, on-the-rocks

This daze lulls the questions I daily ask

It aids just a little bit this cumbersome task

This task of living.

I tried quitting;

Smoke and Life both seem stubborn

Only latter lingers but both burn

The insides of me.

Nothing will ever be

The same again.

Amen.