Fragments...

to watch the dust in the wind and marvel at its nonchalance..

to listen to the restless ocean waves and understand her imploring whispers..

to make figure out the paintings in a murky sunset sky, as red as hate, as merry as a melancholy..

to catch a falling feather and see what it saw..

to be alone under the moonlit skies with a thousand stars and know all their names, all their tales..

to chase after a waking dream, to pull down and rage over the infallible fallacies ..

to believe in a reason, a purpose, a meaning, an angel's touch..to say that which is better left unsaid..

for a chance to break down and give up and stop pretending for just once..

to pick up the pieces, to hope without hoping, make and break..

to slice open an old scar over and over for sum masochistic ache, to make sure it leaves a mark, a burden worth bearing..

for the serendipity of a realized heart, to be fortuitous enough to be at d right end of a wishing bone.. 

to just stop and stare for a while, without giving a darn, without care and concern, to break those shackles which keep dragging forward..

to make sense of the ripples in a serene lake, the symphony of a lone lark..

what i would not give...