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I am a Stranger in My Own Mind

Updated on November 9, 2013

It has been years since I first came down here as a kid, but only very little has changed since then, despite the fact that now I am being a stranger, to the still shady, inspiring and loving environment which once was my personal paradise on earth.

I pace slowly over the thick foliage, now kissing the ground, where layers and layers of leaves plaster the native soil, which is no longer to be seen unless I scratch to search for it. I pace quietly, the echo of my footsteps is not reflected, to distract me, to distract the heavenly peace the eco system maintained for all these years, tolerating the tormenting intruders like me, who pass by to steal the beauty of the place.

Wind echoes though the upper canopy, and soaks the refracting bits of sunlight, to light up the nooks and corners. The reflections are vivid, and enchanting. I remind how I used to spend lonely hours in this place when I felt I should be alone. The same serenity still wafts in the air, I think due to lack of human interference, to which I am greatly thankful.

As I continue walking I come to the open area, the plains extending for acres. Setting sun paints the cumulus over the western horizon, whose reflection is scattered over shades of dark green canopy. I sit on a log, fallen beside the ferns, and lock my eyes on this window to heaven.

Few feet away from me I hear the slithering sound of the waterway, but it’s not to be seen through the waist high grasses.

As I continue my sort of meditation, aquatic birds, herons and many others whose names I never knew, poke their heads through to warn me, I guess.

I forget the depression from my daily chaos for a while, as if I am in my teen years once again, enjoying my freedom.

I wonder whether I am blunt to the exquisite beauty of nature, because of my busy life.

I am not a poet, but I tried to compose something simple, to express my sincere feelings.

Shades of blue and grey

Creep through my mind in dismay

Despite temptations of leaven

Beside the gateway to heaven

I am dreading to walk back

To get drown in daily chaotic pack

The letters and paperwork of pennies

Grey, wrinkled and moth-eaten

I hear the chime, the lullaby of eve

As the dusk of lust mingle to weave

The imagery of a forgotten angel above

Waiting for her unfathomable love

I press my dragging feet at occasional bends

Desired to wait until the concert ends

But I am a stranger in my mind

Forced to survive, duty bound.


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      Lillian K. Staats 6 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Good work. I feel that way too.... lily

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      Shauna L Bowling 6 years ago from Central Florida

      Very nice! It would be wonderful to live outside the daily hubbub we must endure in order to survive! I can totally relate.

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      victoria 6 years ago from Hamilton On.


      I Nice mood you created there!

      Could feel the leaves crunching.

      Thank you for the follow.

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      letterme 6 years ago

      Thank you every one, WannaB,Tks, Rose and writer!.Thank you for stopping by and reading and commenting.

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      Joyce Haragsim 6 years ago from Southern Nevada

      You are a very poet, believe it because we all agree on this.

      Thank you for following me, i'll be doing the same.

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      Rosemary Sadler 6 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      I agree with all of the above. Your mood is perfectly clear. and I love your descriptive writing.

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      Barbara Radisavljevic 6 years ago from Templeton, CA

      Sounds pretty poetic to me. You have certainly made me feel your mood. Voted up and beautiful.

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      TKs view 6 years ago from The Middle Path

      Yes Mary, there is indeed a poet in all of us, surfacing only when the setting is such that the soul can no longer be bound by the mind.

      Just like you have done here.

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      letterme 6 years ago

      Mary and Anaya, Thank you for stopping by and reading, and voting and commenting. May be its the fact that there lives a poet in all of our hearts, Mary.

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      Mary Hyatt 6 years ago from Florida

      If you are not a poet, you could have fooled me. Very nice.

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      Anaya M. Baker 6 years ago from North Carolina