Whispers of my mind

They say it has it all
in its bosom delights grow
And love money and fame enthrall!
Outside its laps all is false
trust, faith heaven and all!

I stood on the threshold__ bereft of all what they have to say
About this 'nectar' that's all and all.
I half belief and half doubt the rhythms of this entity
that reside nowhere else But in my chest.
Its mesmerizing beats assure me
Of love, money and fame
They prompt me to adhere it and ignore the 'other' as false!

But is it not both, the in and the out
that the talk is all about?
So, on the threshold of heart and soul I stood
Thinking what to do...
to step out or go in, to ravish pleasures or define soul,
And I decide to leave the door ajar !
Neither shutting myself out nor pushing in
coz I want to embrace the truth about myself...
All as it is!