Confusion Or Confession? Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Behind the walls behind curtained doors
Many rooms with multi coloured floors
Confused I live, enjoy privacy at the cost
of fresh air, of broad daylight beauty lost
No bridge between Thoughts and feelings
In my fridge storing old beliefs and religions.

Window panes with colour glass filters
constituent colours of natural light fall on altar
Shrine with closed carved doors, closed windows
sorrow of many feelings are like many widows,
orphan thoughts weep silently unseen tears
my soul suffer nightmares, soul's shadow too fears.

With all might and determination
collecting all power and strength
Pushed off walls and windows
except one frame and door
Now green grass below, blue sky above
Ego's last door refuse to fall
but through which only I enjoy
The beauty and dance of clouds...