I dreamt of flying
With wings made of beautiful colorful feathers
The trees, mountains and the sky
Was my place of solace.

I called upon a cuckoo
That imitated my voice.
Was I like her,
Imitating all the fictitious beliefs.

I could live the life of a bird
Persistent of its task, with a whim.
Let go, let go of all conditions
That is anticipated, thus sojourn.

I extended my hands up
But in vain, this was my test of paradoxes.
I had to declare myself
Of all obligations, through defiance.

untitled

A whimper escaped my lips
And my being ached.
Had to break free, free from grasps, 
Of overwhelming love, friendship and even hatred.

There was a stifling silence after a long rain.
I thought the world had come to an end,
There was loneliness around, moving like dark magic
Ready to engulf me. 

I saw a path down the woods
It was drizzling,
I heard the crushing and brushing of leaves,
It was us, making love

Confessions of a confused mind
Is like a knot so tight
It takes time to unravel, find resolution
And bond again.