A sad state

The soul brimming with ideas and thoughts
I want to share with someone
The mind numb with the clutter of daily chores
That never seem to end

While I'm seeking for something
To whisk me away from this drudgery
There's someone who expects inspiration
From this bored, world-weary lass

Yet, I tried to milk the soul
To find a drop of guidance
All that resulted was a further loss
Of energies and the sense of purpose

So smothered the poor thing lies
Beneath the pile of undertakings
For all I know it might be screaming
Under the struggle-induced deafness

These words are a desperate effort
To reach that inner, divine voice
They're my only recourse and refuge
And my connection to sanity

Grace

I sit here in silence tonight
Rummaging through a pile of feelings
Which one do I pick
To express in words
And present to myself

As I lay down on my warm bed
Wanting nothing more but a cool sheet
A swarm of thoughts arose
As it always does
To penetrate my sleep

My sweetheart rushed to help
Driving them away and calming me down
Then, as he turned away
To welcome his own peace
A thought shone from within

More an impulse than a thought
It was as strong and brilliant as they come
I knew there was no withholding this
So I surrendered to its power
Lest it burn down my night

So, I sit here in silence tonight
A slave to that impulse and the Master who controls it all
What I want to do this moment
Is more a necessity than a wish
It's and obligation to the Is

As I grew conscious
About the power of the Will
I have been utilizing
The same for every wish
Knowingly or otherwise

As the months passed by
And I worked towards what I wished
I saw each one of them
Being morphed from a dream
Into good, solid reality

Then came the elation
A natural successor to success
Along with a sensation
That was more grounded
Like an anchor of the soul

It was time to return
The favors bestowed upon me
To give back to the Is
The love and attention
That I so fiercely sought

To talk to the Universe
To say that I was in cognizance
Of the demands
That had been fulfilled
And prayers answered

To say my grace
At least once in a while
If not as often
Or with as much vigor
As may be necessary

And so, I sit here in silence tonight
Choosing to express that one important feeling
Presenting to the Is in myself
In return for the fruits
My gratitude, my humility

Longings - I

I look out the window
And see a lone tree
It rests atop a knoll
Draped in herbage

For a moment this scene
Is crystal clear
Then slowly it blurs
Behind a sheet of rain

I'm mesmerized
By this view divine
Yet I can't afford
The bliss of being there

Chained as I am
To the workplace cubicle
Under nobody's orders
But my own obligation

It's funny how we humans
Take a detour
To endless hours at work
So we can play during the rest

We slog for a secure dwelling
But yearn for adventure
We spend hours in chaotic commutes
And crave for a moment of peace

But that's the way of the world as I see it
Simple units bound into complex structures
That disintegrate into the parts
To be revived yet again