Within the lines, a life unkown...!

a large center marked by thick dots all around..a boundary defined..finished by tiny two's on each thick one...balancing it so that it remains perfect and pretty...i try.., but human as i am i commit mistakes....i underestimate appearances...i knew appearances can be deceiving yet i fail myself again.... wandering off towards the thick dots..the forbidden area...i still do what i feel best..my muscles stiff and i am tired...but i keep trying... the pain always brings relief.... the cracks have started to appear....the edges are dry and coarse..damaging the boundary that holds within, the residue that can still creep out and cause trouble...the center..still untouched and unsettled ...but its trapped now... nowhere to go...it will just dry out with time....leaving the color that will mark destiny... or so it is believed ...with every passing minute, i look closely and all i see is a new crack...prints of the lines on my hand...that hide within my future ...how things, even tiny dots start to symbolize with something as vast as life itself.. a simple pattern of henna and the story it told ...

Let me try...!

let me turn a leaf... let me just try....let me touch the forbidden ...but my feet deny....
reaching out for a difference... reaching deep within... reaching for a life...but its hard...
my heart deceives me...it steps onto forbidden territory... i am pulling it back ...trying ..

A simple minds tale....!

the urge to be so many yet i am no one... the wish to achieve too much when i stand empty handed... the complete belief in my Lord yet i feel frail... the thoughts of happiness when the wold around me is crashing... i stumble upon steps...then rise again and start over,...i touch the possibilities then step back ... i have started dreaming ...i don't want to... i am rushing towards the next step ..my memories are vanishing.... i want to leap high and beyond.... i reach out but catch only air....i feel secluded..yet surrounded by a huge crowd... out numbered and weak... i am pushed by pillars to carry on....my life is not boring...its a new image every minute...i live at one moment and wish to die in the other...am i insane or is it every minds tale ..... ?