Ramblings

So many thoughts scattered 
In the ocean 
That is my head
I do fear for this wayfarer.
And here I was thinking 
I was normal 
Uuntil I met you.
Shattering the glasses 
My assumptions 
Opened the door 
To the coastline of reality.
Smashed to pieces 
My fears 
Like angry bull 
In a China-shop
I'm now bathed in silkiness 
Serenity 
Confidence my new skin I wear 
Like crocodile 
Or his cousin once removed, 
The snake.
I'd have been kidnapped 
By heart and mind 
If not for Providence 
Who sent Guidance to guard
Inhibitions have been very strict 
Leaving no room for idleness 
To cajole me into reverie 
To send into coma of self-delusion.
This journey must be concluded 
To it's end which is a known 
Unknown

Haidarwali 201506111756hrs

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