SOLITUDE

when the dark clouds of gloom gather
when faith and belief begin to falter
voices of defeat seem even more louder
the walls of my world draw me closer...

i cant quite tell a friend from a foe
i don't know which way i should go
the silent corridors of silence beckon
the only place where I'm a force to reckon...

battered and bruised beyond recognition
trembling every day with unknown trepidation
waiting each day for an unseen salvation
that fires everyday my imagination...

every single day hopes ebb and flow
circumstances lashing n taking me wherever they want me to
sometimes i feel like a bird raring to go
and still sometimes a castaway with nowhere to go...

doubt merges into diligence,tears flow into sweat
fear mingles into strength,gloom flows into hope
another fight till the world mocks at me
another blow and victory will be mine...

avinash...
FEB 24TH 2007