A War Room...

It feels weighed down,

Eyes closing tired of the run..

An unexplainable pain

rests permanently in the heart..

The pain of War,

Good and bad Fencing each other!

Guilt and lust cheering its team!

The sound of roar brings a fear

To not lose and to not look back..

For the roars wither in time

not the guilt neither neither the lust.

A door to hide the colors of fantasy

A dark room of all the thoughts!

Ready to glow with a little Ignite.

A silent battle of fair and unfair,

For love is unconditional

unchanging with time,

Starves the body to play a game..

If waiting is happiness...

Why the battle? 

If love is a pleasure..

Why the shackle?

Chastity- Physical, Emotional or both?

Honesty- A Path or a Myth?

The battle of binaries

The war between mind and heart..

If deliberation is a Gift..

Why give a fickle with it?

If going by heart is bliss..

Why add a guilt to it?

If its about righteousness..

Why give Good & Bad? 

The war room will be at peace 

When binaries cease to exist

For it is a dream 

The dream like Utopia.. 

Where Will is the only key

To cross Lines 

To hold on and 

To never let the War

Win over the life inside...

Thoughtful about the Enigma of Living, 

Sarah

The Sermon by The Sea...

It was a cool breezy evening. 

I was by the shore, resting my legs,

My heart wanted to join hands 

My hands wanted to be a rubber reaching out anywhere

But I gave into the tiredness and fatigue 

I couldn't say an Yes to the calling from a distance. 

I lay back silent and peaceful.

The sound of the sea played Muses in my Ears. 

She seems to Run to me trying to say something. 

Perhaps a deep philosophy or a simple thought? 

Whats cooking in the head of this ever roaring beauty? 

She was the opposite of Me.

Noisy out and Calm inside..

Was she laughing at the roaring of my inner self?

Perhaps she was trying to Soothe me..

Talking magical words into my ears..

Showing me the answers, 

For those Raging thoughts on Insanity,

Irresponsibility for Carelessness,

Brawling Anger on the Complacency,

Of Glass pieces all around.

"Pleasure at the cost of Innocence?

Party at the cost of Future Lives?"

Consumes the Curiosity & drowns the excitement

Breaks the Ignorance, killing the Innocence, 

I was lost Wanting for a Change. 

She sent him to me..He came,

Held my hands & I was full of smiles.. 

He showed me how I could be like her.

For calmness is a Choice to take

And not a treasure to Dig Deep,

For Peace is an Omnipresent Option, 

And not something to Search for..

His soft touch Felt like a Fur toy playing with me.

His funny talks were Innocently Pure,

I wanted to tell him a few words,

A few important words,

But something stopped me not to utter

And just See him like he was..

He saw and He learnt what I wanted to say,

For the Vision of Action

Passed the Message to his Heart,

We played for a while, Until

He called his friends to Lend a Hand,

Was it Shock or Excitement that woke my tired body, 

To join the Party and Walk the Talk, 

Every painful thought of Falling Apart, 

Was wiped by those Joyful hands, 

For I learnt, When Child, 

One is clay or Wet Cement,

Moulded by Circumstances, 

That which Falls hard, marks an Impression,

Let goodness Fall for Good and 

Let the bad odor mix into Invisibility, 

I fell into the hands of Hope...

He walked away to go back to where he came from,

He said he was going to the Sea.

Did She send me a Translator? Fantasy Thought, 

The Sermon of the Sea thus Comprehended..

Love,

SARAH

A World of Thy Own

To be in a place which you can't Own

For its bound to the rules of the Master

To not know if you are rightful 

For there is no Right Right

To check the tag 

On every shopping

To train to not want

When even pets have their own territory

She lay there not-owned but dependent.

Every day in Every way

Every month to Every depths..

Dreaming for a day, 

To wait for a world of thy own

To pay thy own bills

To own your ride 

And never miss out on anything Not-so-Trivial

To take ownership of the bed you sleep

To be the designer of the Room you live

To find one rightful person 

To breathe the air of Independence

For the wait has been long

For every-time of feeling Own

There lies an unchangeable truth of Gratitude

When Milk failed to Feed

He never in Need,

She chose to follow a mirage

Hoping for water,

Grew the thirst of Unholding the Hands

Known that than Tears,

Sweat is the only way 

To fill that pitcher with Hope

And to fly to the skies and above

Owning a World of Thy own.

-Sarah