Thresholds

Thoughts meander to the nooks and crannies of life,

Stop, look around look something craving.

That can be in my imagination, but..but it often strikes..

Most likely when I'm with me all occupied.

Times when I find myself in solitude,

Peace abounds...but inner voice awakes;

Yells at me...you are at the threshold!!

Unknown ... something is awaited..

Don't know where to go, what to say

Clueless staring...but for what?

Pinches me....it aches for something which is oblivion;

I'm standing at the threshold..yet unmindful.

Life never unveils itself,

In a way, it's clamoured for

That's its beauty...so, to see it uncovering itself what's in its core;

Nevertheless, it keeps reminding of the thresholds.

Thoughts meander to the nooks and crannies of life,

Stop, look around look something craving.

That can be in my imagination, but..but it often strikes..

Most likely when I'm with me all occupied.