A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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



For the longest time ever

I looked for you.

Then, up to you.

You were all that, that,

So much of it.

Overwhelmed, I wondered

What have I done, to deserve you!

Wrapped close, closer still…

The arms simply wouldn’t let go.

Slowly, I began to look,

Over your shoulder…

Edging out, I began

To look away.

There was much here,

I could not afford.

Why must choice be so costly?

Why. Oh yes, ask away

Smirked my inner voice.

Your heart’s caged,

But, tell me, do you want to be free?


I’m stumped for clarity

On that answer.

Captive or free,

Love, or even what passes for it,

Has hollowed out a niche….

But whenever I look

Why can I not glimpse

The Hallowed Us?


08 April, 2018, Day#8 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

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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...

4 thoughts on “Hallowed

  1. Hush, dear heart, hollowed out you may be
    But hallowed thou art, having a sacred sea
    The value of which
    Is beyond rich
    And cannot be priced e’en by the Holy See!

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  2. It isn’t the eyes fault for what the mind can’t see
    Nor is it the mind’s fault wishing to be free
    But the eyes and the mind will both agree
    There’s a certain comfort in a life of captivity.

    Lovely. But tell me what’s your plan after April 26th..?😊

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