I’ve been asked if I believe in heaven I am sure of the answer, so I smile. All have their own version, and I have mine I’ve been asked if I believe in heaven. Peep into this world with Seas of Seven See the heavens within and all of hell I’ve been asked if I believe in heaven I am sure of the answer, so I smile.
In a big home of even bigger rooms, I wake up oblivious Of the darkness around me. I know my way here Every nook, niche and crevice. But I’m alone; all hopeful rays stop Just outside my window sill. As if some force stops Any glow in this bit of gloom. I’m not caged; I’m sure; else, how am I able to move or see Life outside? The answer is a cold cruel reality. I’m a slave to the Dark Master; who Powers darkness over selfless minds. And being depressed for long; I’m his favourite servant. At times, I step outside to see If I can find a way with the lively Life. But, Life’s twisted with its lies and truth And I fail badly in living Life. So, here I am, back with my Master; and I still roam about the huge dark halls Oblivious of everything. But, once in a while, I do step out As an inner voice tells me, someday I may learn.
Ogres do vanish, as we outgrow our lively days of naivety, so they say. Yet, from my days here, I know; Ogres and demons remain Just we don’t name them so. We fear them each moment; as They lurk in our dark forest of thoughts, Among looming trees backed by deadly fog. Fear does make us cower, Till we realize we need to breathe. So we build a shrine to all that is bright. Thus, we remain calm and content and hopeful; Within our dark forest of thoughts, Among looming trees backed by deadly fog.
(This post was written in response to What Do You See Prompt t#31 hosted by Sadje. Thank You Sadje 🙂 The challenge is to write an original story, poem, or a caption. from the given picture)
We hold the steering wheel of our lives and we are pretty well controlled and composed and highly sensible. There is no place for non-sense in our highly organised existence which we have designed for ourselves.