- Vol. 04
- Chapter 02
When I ruminate on my days which seem a haze I feel the presence of a strange spiritual gaze A source, a light, a halo defining my grace
It resides in my psyche unnoticed, yet making its presence felt Scanning all that I have dealt Till my string of fears and doubts all begin to melt
Each day I wake up with a new resolution As every atom of my body craves for a new revolution Which makes me double my praying efforts with a new ablution
At leisure I have my share of memory flashes The nostalgia of youth, the ambitions unresolved, the all impulsive crashes The promise of rising up again from the ashes
Is it somebody I know or an entity entirely strange? A force that has taken me completely in its range A force that is modifying my contours, but itself bears no change
Whatever it is, the very thought of it makes me feel secure A gaze so pristine, the source so pure With it beside me, my wounded psyche needs no cure.