When I am
lost ….
Immersed…
inundated in your thoughts….
With the
urge to explore you….
with the willingness to withdraw….
from this
time and space…..
I find the so secure you….
comforted
in your existing place.
Where I try
to loosen up and I let go….
I find you holding on to the patterns…
the established and the experienced …
the established and the experienced …
with a
tinge of bitterness ...
that now you fathom…
as your
reality…
and also
that honesty is just a sham…
and true
words spoken …
just a game.
And then
what I have…
is nothing but my feelings wandering around like nomads..
Prying to find refuge…
but the
loss of faith infused….
In every
vein of their existence is so huge….
That now
they wander without a name….
denied of
"belonging-ness" …
And this happens ….
When I so
willingly let go…
drowning in the flow….
And your
instincts you tame.
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