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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Quest III

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Quelling the panic;
The surge of disquiet-
I call you.
You’re beyond reach.
(In more ways than one,
I think. Suddenly.
)

Though that knowledge
Lapped around the fringes
Of the Utopia I lived in…
It always had, I know now,
Suddenly.

Innundated by that certainty
I allow myself to sink in
To absorb that too-
After all, I’m the one
Who always mopped up each mess
For everyone.

And while self-pity claws in
And illusions shimmer, shake
And form slivers from irreversible cracks
On my stained glass dreams…

I begin to find sanity.
Hold threatening thunderstorms at bay.
Go deep into the stillness within
Find a catatonic, cathartic me
Assuage a ravished heart.

And dig me out.

Again.

30 July, 2012

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Quest

Quest Again!

That is why this title 😀

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

2 thoughts on “Quest III

  1. what a beauty specially –
    “And form slivers from irreversible cracks
    On my stained glass dreams…” marvelous

    Like

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