Robin Tales

Drunk in my own thoughts, I wish to walk down the same road. Feet struggling to take the step forward, deep breaths follow my instructions. My destiny, in my own hands. Finally a thread I was chasing for long, is now in my hand. But Why do I want to let it go? I walk the other way. Dragging my hand on the side bars of the street. My eyes look around for the same. A dash of the same old hope. No intentions on my  mind, I want to reach my destination. Following my heart was easy, knowing what it really wanted was difficult. I want the new. I want me. I wish to let the thread slip away. I will feel relieved. Twisting it between my fingers, I stare at the vastness of the ocean. The corners never could define the largeness of it all. Even the brightest star looks out for its reflection. I am questioned. I am unanswered. Truth is, the crossroads will define where I go. But life's making a pass at it. I wonder where will I go. - Robin

They say writers were born out of a need for expression. Maybe that's how humans learned the deeper aspects of their own emotions, simple and complicated. Somehow over time, I have learnt how to emote, how to express and what to feel. What I did not see coming, is how I would deal with it once I have passed these phases. While in search for the many unaddressed questions I had, few beautiful words breezed past me. Lately, I havnt been able to give much time to writing, and these words make me believe, for words that come froom the heart are words so true. It's a poem by E. E. Cummings I carry your heart with me I carry it in my heart I am never without it Anywhere I go you go, my dear; And whatever is done By only me is your doing, my darling   I fear no fate For you are my fate, my sweet I want no world For beautiful you are my world, my true And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant And whatever a sun will always sing is you   Here is the dee...