The Maverick

I let questions question me,
I tell the answers,"Let them be".

I let my heart's burning desire,
Set me aflame,& will it to light my pyre.

I let my dreams, the reality be,
I dare my tears to drown me.b

I let moments perch on the hours,
For time is endowed with healing powers.

I let my silence do the talking,
When doubts come thick and flocking.

I let myself be born anew,
In moments of joy,though just a few.

I let my breath fan my imaginations,
I disregard life's terms and rigid conditions.

I let myself think I am alive,
To convince me,to the utmost,I strive.

All said and done,
From life I learn,
For a slice of the Sun,
In hell fire,the soul must burn.

                      BUT,

I will let my soul not be shunned,
It will be tended and duely sunned.

I will let 'if' be my guide,
And 'but' from all possibilities hide.

                          OR ELSE,

I will let death,drop by drop,
seep in,
And feast on my spirit,shrivelling within.
                                                               Chandni.