Minarets of Within

(A Poem on Introspection)

Something inside me alters,

And something inside me remains,

Something inside me breaks away,

And something inside me is chained

Whenever I delve inside of me,

Whenever I take the dive,

Something inside me wants to stay constant,

And change is what something strives

Peace and War are but a part of me,

The line between is so thin,

All of this just comes back to me,

When I climb the minarets of within

The height of the mountains,

The depth of the oceans,

And there are patches of me just dry,

In a moment, the heart sings,

In a moment, the soul dances,

And in a moment, these eyes, they cry

In a moment, I drown,

In a moment, I float,

In a moment, I touch the sky,

In a moment, I wonder,

In a moment, I ponder,

And in a moment, I just ask “why?”

In a moment, I shout,

In a moment, I whisper,

And in a moment, I sulk within,

I vanquish my demons,

I embrace my angels,

When I climb the minarets of within

The moment of truth,

The veils of fallacies,

They all ascend before my eyes,

I hear the silence,

I hear the thunder,

To calm down, my heart does try

The storms are raging,

The torrents are pouring,

They are both within me and around,

All the good deeds I did,

And all the sins I committed,

The ghosts of my past abound

It’s a feeling of joy,

It’s a feeling of fright,

It’s the fear of truth deep within,

I bare my heart,

And I bare my soul,

When I climb the minarets of within