Crossing Over
I can’t wait
To cross over
To get to
The other
Side
The real
Side
As now I
Can see
How I have
Imprisoned
Myself
In a world
Of dreams
That
Fools me
Allures me
Deludes me
Keeping me
Trapped in
It’s tight grip
The grip of
My own
Relentless
Thoughts
But now
I have caught
Them
Red-handed
Unmasked
Their game
The veil is lifting.
I am ready.
Ready to be free,
To step beyond,
To the other side,
The real side
The seers foretold—
The place where truth
Awaits.
© Meenakshi Madhur
