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the unwanted is leaving

a soiled joy will be returned

no more twisted masks of a grim

facade

will there be to wear

the crumbled truth

lays in bleeding strips

at the feet of such former

glorious golden hopes

how so strangely misplaced

one's heart can feel

tears evade my need for release

its like I'm in a funeral

where there is no body

but everyone can feel something

has died

its such a shame

that there has to be

so many stipulations to one's

acceptance

being one's self

with love in good standing

and innocent intentions in

the right place

just doesn't meet the criteria

of what the soul dreams

that it should

I'm going

sadly happy

yet confused

back to my birthplace

my home of love I leave behind

as well as the majority of my

tender heart

perhaps one day

all in me will be right again

aligned and in order with

the way I believed from the

beginning it would one day be

Satya and me

without all this flack

around us

living out our lives

basking in this sweet

untainted love that we've

found...............

(written April 24, 2001 5pm India time)