Tightrope walking

I'd thought of writing a poem
on tightrope walking.
and I wrote a few words -

"While each of us walks
a tightrope
taut across a widespread abyss
we learn
to balance ourselves"

- before getting back
to my balancing act.
I am perhaps standing in the middle,
at the mouth of the abyss,
trying, not to look down
and unable to promptly move forward.
Stopping is as good as falling.
All I can hope for
is catching a moment's breath
before getting back to the struggle
I have chosen for myself.

The truth

The truth

Its difficult to see once we grow up.

We see ourselves

and everyone else 

and everything.

Maybe it is not

for everyone, and for me. 

maybe. 

but it is there.

Slowly, 

over months, and years

and lives, 

lived over and over,

we can try 

with great care

and delicate perseverance, 

to peel off

layer by layer

what we seem to be,
to find the sun 
hidden somewhere behind 
an infinitely tedious 
coat of clouds,

to practice 

taking the right diversions

or keep returning

to the ones we mistook,

without fretting over.

as a matter of habit.

and 

we may just get there.

or we can go on

living

as we do. 

happy and sad 

between good and bad.

and we may still 

get there.

or 

we may not.

High tide

On a cloudy day that commemorates
the building of a nation.
A people. I stop for a moment.
It is a day off from work.
I wake up early. Get some exercise.
Get groceries and milk.
Have some breakfast.
Hear a few patriotic songs
being played outside.
People having returned to their homes,
after the morning flag hoisting
and distribution of sweets.
Talk to my loved ones.
And then hit a wall.
Silence comes in like a high tide.
slow but affirming.
I have to step back into consciousness.
from the skin i live in.
And confront the questions.

The world

I am running
I am climbing
I am walking
Breathing.
I am thinking.
I am living.
I am struggling.
Fighting.
Smiling.
Laughing.
I am listening.
I am talking.
I am trying not to be angry.
Prejudiced.
I am trying to be strong. but.
Dispassionate.
Aware. and yet.
Indifferent.
I am trying to achieve. without.
Emotion.
I am moving.
While standing still.
I live. While I die.
I scorn others.
While i smile at them.
I cry for myself.
While i laugh at the mirror.
I am the duality.
I am the world.