Shadow!!!

I stand petrified and terrified, 
looking at my shadow...
"What have i Done?"
What do I do??
Thoughts are crazy but the words have said
I know of none
for my feeling flutter
and my world stutters

The relationship I treasured
I loved and i cherished
seem to have drifted
by those mere words, that have cared for none!!!

I repent, I regret, I care now!!!
 But, the damage has scared
I broke a heart that i tended so long
I roam in the deep alleys of the past, 
hoping for a glimmer of hope and the warmth of love

I pray, I will care for the words I say
I dare not break my tender heard
for I stand petrified and terrified looking at my shadow
feeling lonely and cold
for the warmth of love and tender
with the only companion being my shadow (ego)!!!

Vice

How hard I try to stay away from a vice, i am back working with it.  The harder I think to be away from it, the closer I seem to get.

On the contrary, when I am onto something new, I tend to forget anbout it and I am at peace untill I realize that I am missing something in my life. It may sound so funny but the reality is that I do not have to try too hard.  It is a part of life. 

So the question that I tend to ask is, so what is a vice?? Is it something that I spend most of the time and at the end get nothing out of it apart from off course the guilt of doing the vice. But I do accept that at the end of this nothingness I am left with s hollow guilt for which I may tend to hate myself.

The most amazing part that in spite of knowing all this... I still end of being a slave to the vice. Oh man!!!

Now let me stop worrying and start something new...

The Crossroads

The crossroads, I go by
Seem like a churn in the ocean
Making me wonder, which way to go
The turbulence I feel, is so much for me to wonder

The choices I make,
Are for me to carry…
The burden of failure
Is for me to wonder
I pause at the crossroad, and feel the churn

I laugh, I cry and I go dry
where to go and I wonder
The options are many,
But, I can think of none
At every crossroad, I feel the churn

The only option, that I miss
is to look back and run
to my old comfort from where I come
I urge to move and make one more choice,
But, at every crossroad, there is a churn