From my old box - II

It is a strange place here..
Miles gone..
More to come..
Lost and found .. a few principles undefined..
A wing of desire , relentlessly pondering..
Are u here to stay..
Coz where I am , I can see so much..
Yet not understand..
The fear.. I was wrong .. it’s not dead..
It’s still there, lurking in the dark dungeons of my yesteryears..
Yet so much is around.. that I can look away now..
And not feel the pain ..
Tarry… but a little…
And then keep walking again…
Like miles gone…and more to come

What is it that has stayed
From those years that I have left behind…
Places unreserved have come to fill
All with unknown faces…
The ones I knew , or so I thght…
Were never mine to start with…
Far away.. gone with the tides of fate..
Strewn apart . the tempest of our lives..

Times have changed…
Times are new…
The old has to move over .. and not serene..
And no not so calm… my love is still dead
It only comes alive
For a moment of bliss
Like I hid it from the world’s way ahead…

For the years that have gone by …
And the years that are to come….
I live for just that One tiny Flame…
That burns all through the darkest of all nights…
My heart that beats and flickers with every Joy and Pain alike…
I will live for u … The life I live from within..
Me….