Inward journeys are most intense
They start with ripping several cloaks,
Many of which are worn out.
We cling on to them
They may be in tatters, yet seem precious.
They reek of desolation, yet are a part of dermis
However hard we try to rend them off
It hurts. 
The throbbing is agonizing.

BUT

Inward journeys are essential
To dig deeper into the tunnels of desires,
To excavate moments that are worth keeping,
To hold sands of time, for a while, 
To decompress emotional forces, 
To sift through vagaries of life,
To redefine our perspective,
And step out of the time warp 
that holds us captive.

I’ve cleared most of the layers
I even broke through the iron cage –
rusted and chained, 
where onyx cobwebs clung to me,
clearly questioning my intentions
Of breaking free.
© Balroop Singh

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