Self-routine

I am tempted to dwelve in the past
Start at a point on the shore
saunter along and just when
I 'd thought I was enjoying the wind
I get drawn into an embankment

Going over pebbles and rocks here
I scan top-down and bottom-up
arrange events as I recollect
not sure what I am looking for
may be an overlooked detail

Alas! my thoughts, they have a cradle for time being
This reason beginning to empower me
Now I happen to see everything through its eyes
A knack or a mistake
from the start till the end

It engulfs me slowly
Also, it is put up against present demons
And as this particular belief heralds past mortem
it becomes stronger with every test
regardless of the outcome



I live in this house
Walls have sand and pebbles from the shore
the time is working at it, kilns a brick-rationale
and carves one room after another
And I seem to be stuck in one at present

I wish I could move more freely
Rather! I wish for a library
rooms would be books at my disposal
stacked in perpetual shelves
marked, though, only with labels of 'love' and 'hate'.

- kovid