Circle

Journeying the day
Not knowing the way
With Damned fears
And Dammed tears
Visiting life's fair
New masks to wear
Smiling, laughing, talking-
Couldnt be happier
While thoughts get sorrier
An ache unbearable
The tension palpable
Yet, acting so fine
Like the world were mine.

Ah! if indeed the world were mine
Every tree divine
No dammed waterways
No suffocating airways
Breath, fresh, free, flowing
Life loving, giving
Yet, there's knowing
On borrowed time - I live.
Upon borrowed earth - I walk.
With borrowed relations - I find comfort.

Living my desires and passions
Maintaining my stations
Building my illusions
Until that dreadful day
The day of my doom
And of disillusionment
Realizing, Nothing is as it seems
Nothing is really mine
Except for the drama of life
Me- the authoress
Signed contracts with actors and actresses
Making the world my stage
For a moment on Time's Page
Now the performance done
Experience gained
Tis time to move on
Time to Pack up.

--K P Rashmi August 2007

P. S. Does this seem like it is an addendum to the previous blog?