soul searching

it seems so stupid not to know what your thoughts are. as if i have left my body and mind for someone else to mutiny. i rise above, not reaching beyond a strong current and look down my confused body, pitying its perplexity and shyness. like the town of varanasi, hanging on the trishul of lord shiva, not quite the earth or heaven and madness running via blind corners...i once espoused, "there is a spark of madness in all of us and we should never lose it"..i rethink now. those were the times of sensitive optimism..its all squared lines now..where you never lose your way...its only a question of choice in..well..a reality constituted by so many choices of so many body-mind like mine.