A Paparazzi Heart (22/7/2011) My heart is perplexed so, My mood I cannot sort, nor Come to terms with what I feel.

Sometimes, I try to make up my mind Remind myself that I should return From my lost self.

My yearning is great, not For passionate feelings, but A longing that things shouldn t have turned The manner as they haveturned out to be, For I had a peaceful self and A heart that did not falter.

But alas! My heart is taking trips Without my permission! Searching for glimpses Like a paparazzi keen for snapshots Adding images after images Swelling the collection evermore.

I see no leaps and bounds To its present preoccupation, nor A path where it leads to is clear to me To think of a destination Be it definite or Resting.