Sunday, September 16, 2012

A West side Story

Fears irrational, dwellers of mind
Timid & uncertain with horrors unknown
Doubts need time to scatter, dispel
And vagueness space, before it’s gone.

Alien it was, found best resolve
Was empty-handed, now with fortune overload
There’s a light after every dark spell
A beacon so clear, its glow foretold.

Insight’s mine, awareness home
Wisdom’s a flame, burns bright and high
An odyssey of life, with self discovery
It’s prudence and truth, one can’t deny.