Commotion of Emotions

Into a lore my heart wants to slip away, At the fall of night and the break of day; I hold it - ask it often to stay, But it smiles back, "some other day!" New adventures await, At the same place as yesterday; But my mind decides its own way, Where it ought to run and - Where it ought to stay! Yet the hurling winds of the day, Do often take my patience away; And I end up pondering who's to blame, As my frail soul frays. Tis then I pause to look besides - These moving waters at the end of the day; So much of it has our knowledge betrayed, And an awe of it extends on me. The river so calm and infinite, Channels my worries away, While in rhythm my boat sways; And fortunately, it so happens every other day.

From the lofty mountains that I stand against - At the edge of this cliff, Echoes a voice that no one can hear but me - It is alluring yet still stiff. What can the voice be but my thoughts? That resonate across these valleys; And have been doing so for many years now, So many that I have lost tally. I wonder if it is just me or all the likes of me - To whom the valley calls, Or who call the valley: Who have broken their bones on a padded fall - And have been living with patched skulls - Of a destituted, unprotected heart, Too innocent to know for the better, Is struck with the loss of its older part! For the new home seemed too good to leave, Alas! So lonely now is the valley of thoughts. Introspects are lost and tis caught, In an unknown - is it not? But the valley has a voice of its own, So it comes out seeking all those who groan - And reek in confusion and perplexity. Oh! This alone can never leave you alone! S