Conflicting ideas thoughts emotions
embroil in a mind
Confused and Dazzeled by
the Mysteries of Space and time.

Moments of Silence
weaken a reslove taken
before the world had
re-awakened from its slumber.

A resolve that has yet to shape
that erractic and alacritic thought
which disappeared before
form had graced thou its presence.

Questions the Mind
the sanity of this thought
the virtue of its knowledge
the source of this light

The answers appear
fumbling and yet again confused
answers that r not really dat
which was asked for

And yet have the makings of a whole new thought
What makes these questions possible?
What insaitable need or desire?
What pondorous thoughts?

The light however remains aloof
The beacon no closer to grasp
The blind walk on
while the siighted refuse to look

The observant notice and
yet a wide berth they give
While the poignant notice, ponder
and hunger at this enlightenment

All the way into the depths of the night
leaving behind those crystals of light
that provide the spark to light
another thirsty soul in its wake...

Swati D'souza