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...u 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.