Wayfarer's window!

Ever since I arrived in this city, I have been wanting to leave. However, each passing day has got me used to the surroundings and motions of this city. In many ways I have been feeling unattached,  mechanical and robotic; quite stuck to the city's rhythms, yet with my heart and soul lost far-far away. Then suddenly, there is an opportunity to leave this city. Whether it is a threat or a challenge is difficult for me to decide. I weigh my pros and my cons and try to discover the possible road ahead, but at this time, the future seems unclear. Once again I find myself in the crossroad with the weight of choices and decisions heavy upon me. I am neither weary,  nor tired,  nor anxious,  nor in fear; Though it is true,  that I have not practiced faith for a while. Today,  seems so very ordinary,  almost blunted by the muted scenes and motions of yesterday and the days before that. It is almost like I am in a distant dream,  looking at m...

This is a hindsight poem. Only the future reveals the mistakes we have made. Sometimes we look behind and see unintended damage has been done. A poet's moods may carry him to uncertain heights but does poetic liciense allow for unintentional hurt? While every poem is subject to the interpreter's view of it, the poet must also carry the burden of unintentional hurts caused by his words. Here is my poem of reflection and a wish that my words may be able to edify rather than hurt...to build rather than break!  The rear view mirror reflects... the shreds and pieces left by words rampant, thoughtless, hurtful! Choking, I pray for words of love instead of hate.... those that nurture and let bloom trust and hope, bring joy and healing, and change tears to smiles! In between... those words and these, are our choices once again. For it is we who are free to choose... the weight and then consequences of every word that we get to use!