Turning Wheel

A turning wheel
Of repetitions…

Of the swelling of heart with ecstasy
And then the bleeding of it in despondency
Pulling of the arrow
Drying of the blood

Of exultation
Followed by desolation

Of reading the signs that lay strewn in the path,
Of wondering later what those signs actually meant
And why they were there in the first place,
Misleading all the time

Of leaping with joy one moment
And wriggling with pain the next

Of building castles in air
Of their crumbling down. And despair.

Of swimming
In a mire of eternal dichotomy,
Sometimes towards the shore of free will
Sometimes towards the shore of destiny

Of trying to be in control
Of being carried away

Of the heart conjuring improbable miseries
And then consoling itself

Of cynicism
Of optimism

Of turning away from God in anger
Of running back to Him in desperation

A turning wheel
Of the trammels
Of a travel
Of tantalization…

This Life.