A STIR

Yet to hone and see,
How much more to go
The fullest realization ahead
I starve for…
A hue to be added—
This bleached heart so pale.

A scintillating thought,
A learning to draw closer
What a wise one prepossesses….foresees,
But it remains that unsullied,
Now a thin line surfaces
See how crude it is there!

Oh, yes, for it,
What it should be...
A new chapter unfurling.
How stupid I’ve been,
Unprepared, albeit honest and firm.
It isn’t ample—should see deeper.

And there, as I learn along,
The pain lies as said,
But mere indulgence I care not.
My ground is still firm,
A shield I have already built
To wage a war—what I find there.

More such painful stories pierce my numbed ears;
I still hold on being confident yet not unwittingly.
Spontaneous it is; strained how it can be—
Why I look deeper but still remain intact…

Hold the ground! I whimper ignorant of those peeps, gapes—
I don’t find it going down, but should hold the ground firm ever.
A ledge I can carve out from it, the precipice manageable,
A foothold I can and should find there—not from here, I lag far behind.