Elusive Thoughts
My soul's a stir of energy drinks,
And reflections of the moon light.
I lie to the ground before
Taking flight off towards the silver lining
In the spotlight.
When I let go of the dragger hanging
From my mother's heavenly edges,
As a child, the only thing I feared was
Ifl ever could do things the right way.
And when ld finally do it right,
There would be the enormous sky
Looking down at me.
It wasn't enough, I wanted a human heart:
To tell me what I must not and must've.
Not the wordless glance
I see that my past
Has moulded me into a thoughtful,
Careful and kind.
So lask, if it is okay to feel inane;
To be empty from inside
Yet shaped finely from out?
Is it okay to be drunk on caffeine?
~ Pushpanjali.
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