The Second Mountain - Part II

The mountain fascinates me, towering and large,

Someday it will succumb, to my incessant march!

I conquered it early, and then turned desolate,

Each summer staring down the abyss, at failure straight. 

 

The mountain looks puny, I've climbed it before,

Peak memories cast shadows, on limbs that are sore.

Arriving on the precipice, triumphant and alone, 

At one with the mountain, I've turned to stone.

The mountain is my cross, can I venture beyond?

Can I move to the second mountain, via shangri la pond?

This mountain has shaped me, to make me tall is its aim, 

Molded in its image, am I doomed to be the same? 

Rediscovering myself, exploring what it feels,

Chipping on Goliath, the David reveals!

   

Thrice Born

Cocooned in the womb, throbbing with life,

Living in the darkness, fearing midwife's knife,

I was safe and sound, whats with all this pushing and shoving?

Am I being abandoned and cut off, by a mother that was once loving?     

Clutching to her fingers, I now explore and play,

Restricted to my haven, life is sheltered each day,

I've been taught all the tricks, can I fly is on my mind?

Am I being pushed out of the nest, by a mother that was once kind?

Betrothed to a mate, I now have strength for two,

I've started thinking beyond myself- about my family too,

The home was my world, and now all the worlds a stage?

Am I being sent on The Fools Quest, by a mother that was once sage?

I'm getting weary of this dying, at each step of the path,

But I'll keep offering my head to Shiva, to avoid his wrath!