Inside the Walled City of My Soul

I am afraid of human touch

Lest it transforms into an addiction

I am afraid of the shackles of emotion

Lest it hampers my flight

I am afraid of friendship

Lest it exposes the satanic tendencies in me

I am afraid of empathy

Lest it enables anyone and everyone to step into my shoes

I am afraid of sympathy

Lest it compels someone to be nice to me

I am afraid of trust

Lest it makes someone vulnerable to pain

I am afraid of compassion

Lest it kills my passion for winning

I am afraid of humanity

Lest it kills the 'me' in Me

I am only afraid inside the walled city of my soul

On the outside I am fearless and confident

Lest the world shall deem me a coward.

The Forgone Road

Long time ago, I walked those roads
I met faces, met souls, met minds
I saw life in people and people in their lives
I saw friends in strangers and strangers in friends
I saw happiness in sorrows and sorrows in joy
I saw the angel in devils and the devil in angels
And those are the roads I tried to search my 'self' on
But I wasn't there, I was somewhere else
Somewhere where everything had infinite dimensions
Depths beyond the understanding of mortals
Breadth beyond the scope of knowledge acquired in just one life
Length beyond what the eyes can ever see
Thats where I was; hidden, safe and untouched by the world
Like a precious pearl in an oyster, waiting to adorn the neck of a beautiful girl
Or to bejewel someone's finger in a ring that would bond me for eternity
And the road to that place was through those roads I walked long time ago
But those sights are not for me, those roads are not for me
So no longer is there a hope to unite with my 'self'
No longer is there a hope for redemption
No longer is there a hope to adorn the neck of a beautiful woman
Or a hope to bejewel a finger and remain there for eternity.........