Voices Uncensored

The opening line is inspired from a poem by T.S. Eliot.  WHEN 'I' MEETS 'ME'  Let us go then me and I Where the waters are still and peace on high Where the land kisses the soulful sky Amidst all hesitations, I render with sigh Am I an alien to all, who dwell ? Am I too weakened, to blow a shell? Am I a stigma; unusual to gel ? Am I a curse, of an ancient spell ? A deepened agony stands open in me A fragile confidence seems shattered in me Just then a thought strolls me back To strengthen my will; putting me on track There is more than what it meets the eye Before framing a notion ; believing a lie We are not anti-social ; nor babies who cry There is no dearth of talent; no passion to fie I hate masquerading with falsely eyes When pain steps in; showing pleasure otherwise I never reveal the chaos inside The self heals inner; the silence, outside What others ignore ; considers in vain I perceive in full; turn lost to gain The...

A VIEW FROM A VISION She entered my vision  Like lightning.  A glance was enough,  To set the thoughts  In motion, Of perturbed past and Perplexed present. Was there a reason  for this avalanche progression?  Of feelings multiplied,  By numerous actions.  To lend a passion  To a wrecked Nation. In return of Her service She wanted no compassion. Not much was left, To undone time. What once was Helen, Now a face of crime.  The shriveled body  Hoped no hope To seek love in a destitute  Of sharing even a morsel.  The lightning rekindled  Lost prowess of passion All ignited inside. With a smile that, Hides a weapon