Raj Shekar comments : Hi Ambika in echoing empathy and a difference..in metaphor....
I have between me and outside... a wall of scars hardened by experience to protect to secure against further erosion that.....which remains
It keeps out The challengers in tests of potency and the takers too....for joust or jest.... for my fort protects me too well...it seems my bastion and sometimes....a prison condemming innocents to an isolatory sentence....mostly self -imposed
a sentence of longings..unfullfilled and the lonelier waits for release as the space between yawns and grows like ancient ivy... in overunning, sprawling fecundity feeding on the the remenants of what...I was... who I was...
I beg the gods to shatter my walls within through divine interdict-ion to let my spirit fly free as it did once and meld into the uncontained passion of a lovers arms and not the vicelike grip of onerous death
for His time with me is certain..... He is my ultimate companian.... like all I to am betrothed to him a union of steps out of this here and now.....
How I crave..in this..for elemental flight..... in sea in air and....land
for an homecoming not with deaths stillness as escort.. but alive..with Life and 'knowledge' oozing....in every pore...
Sibi Sukumar comments : Why to erode the wall.. when the waves fail, after a great trial of strength.. forced to give up?