Denial

When I had a house, felt lonely

When I had a road, felt lost

When I had a key, felt locked

When I had a sun, felt bleak

When I had a plan, felt stifled

When I had a fear, felt weak

When I had an answer, felt questioned

When I had a world, felt rejected

 When I had all, felt depleted

Is

Is the bottom comely if a lotus blooms on the lake?

Is the bed cosy if the linen is sparkling?

Is the forest safe if the woods are silent?

Is the mind at rest if the smile is splendid?

Is the heart at peace if the mask is perfect?

Is the soul serene if the rendition is immaculate?

Conversation-7

Now, even after several seasons of unmasking and demystifying, when I look at you, you still seem like a distant star. Glowing in its own brilliance brightly, spreading the warmth all around. I get enamored seeing you with the crowd. Everyone endeavoring to touch you, to listen to you, be a part of your entourage…and you attending to all with such precision. I so enjoy it. Makes me feel like that is all I am capable of. Staring at you and observing you. But something pulls me to you enigmatically. The closer I try to get to you the more your brilliance blinds me. You get lost in the maze of this light that glares me from seeing you clearly. And soon you vanish from my sight like a shooting star. The deafening noise encapsulating you terrifies me. So after every attempt to approach you I find myself recoiling in my own little shell even harder than the previous one.
Somehow I find myself happier and serene there, in my own little piece of earth. Away from you, at a distance where I can have a better picture of you wrapped up with your entire cosmos and its flurry of activities whenever I want.
But then, your ethereal light, no matter how blinding, looks more significant to me than anything else… even my own breath…!