The Incomplete Silhouette

The dim glow of the lights…
The light chanting of the mantras…
Music that transformed my senses to different heights.

I could feel it in my senses,
Every fibre of my being knew its essence.
The beats of the tabla played the welcome song,
The trinkets in my feet found their steps abound.
I could see my image in the mirror,
The silhouette of the dancer, with no error.

I reached out to touch this reality…
To my dismay, realized it was just a dream with clarity.
Hopes shattered…found the glass pieces at my feet;
A broken image of the dancer my eyes did meet.

A tear spent, moments lent…
An unrealized dream,
A thirsty stream.
The lights went dim,
A silent hymn,
An unsaid prayer,
A void to stay here….

Niche

We all have dreams, we all like to enter unchartered territories, we all like to challenge our capabilities...we all like to carve a path...we like to go beyond reason and find rationality in our thoughts...but a perennial question remains....," Have I found my niche?"..


Have I found my niche?
In this world of uncertainty,
Of complex relations and insurmountable fabrications.

Have I found my niche?
In this incomparable web of comparisons,
Of emotions fluctuating like seasons.

Have I found my niche?
In this era of competition,
Of stark reality and hypocritical reasons.

Have I found my niche?
In this complex thought positions,
Of writer’s block and divergent creations.

Have I found my niche?
In this state of identity confusion,
Of individual bent of mind and association.

Have I found my niche?
In this unreasonable valley of expectations,
Of conditional strokes with due reasons.

Have I found my niche?
A question unanswerable,
A question like a two-edged sword,
A question can I afford?

Have I actually found my niche?
In this oxymoron of life.
Or will this remain my eternal strive?

It's a first!

I like words.....spoken and unspoken.
I like words.....read and written.
Is this first attempt at 'blogging' a resultant of my affinity for words or just a manifestation of my mind?
Is it my cathartic paradigm or introspective arena?
Is it just me...and my attempt at discovering myself?
Am i here to just ask questions or look for answers?
I am here to write....
Write when am ecstatic, write when am in the dumps, write when am thoughtful, write when am agitated, write in love, write in pain, write and write and write...
and yes...it's a first!