Aparna Raj Mukhedkar                                                                                 

12019 Via Siena Lane,

Cypress, TX 77429

Ph: 281.320.0732

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Journey  Home

Boredom, they said was the sin of this age,

Deadly, far worse than the fires of hell. 

Clearly, I was a sinner, I mused, for boredom

became kin, knit so close together soon

becoming my twin. My generation is replete

with sinners, red, blue, black, white and yellow.

For there is nothing that holds or draws us

inspired or intrigued to follow. It’s just boredom

all the way.  Zigzag we go, like a snake on a

wild chase, round and round like a top,

spinning, never leaving its place.

Stop. Think. Ponder.

If only for a moment.

At the risk of sounding like a holy

pontificator, I proffer.

Instead of seeking lifeless wonders,

with thoughts and deeds largely lackluster,

consider instead to navigate your inner world

and explore the nuggets of gold hidden

deep within the soul. All we need is solace

and contemplation, that which at first seem lonely,

far and distant. But, with perseverance and

diligence can be found within the folds of many

delicate and unique moments.

So, I forged a way,

through meditation and prayer.

Sinking deep within myself one day,

I discovered a lake, clear, crimson,

ruby red in color.

Not a ripple I could see for

miles and miles and everything around

seemed as though exactly in place. 

Silence was serene, but loud and distracting. 

Thoughts invaded eagerly,

summarily dismissed

without misgiving. 

Undaunted, I surged forth,

exhaustively exploring the

intricacies of my soul. 

Unfinished as yet, my travels seem endlessly so. 

With practice, determination and a measured pace,

I am slowly finding my way back to a place

I once called my home.