To still and calm this mind of mine,
To write a verse on profound matter.
I strain to train this brain to shine,
Hush this patter, this mindless chatter.
Deep-breathing works, the heartbeat slows,
And hunt begins for poetry themes.
But conscious nonsense, in a stream it flows,
Disjointed words from random dreams.
Thought to thought, the monkey-mind jumps,
Caged in a prison with finite words.
Where cliches collide, where the congruous died,
And the alphabet floats up like a million birds.
I want to write jolly thoughts again.
Witty, pithy, light, bright and sunny.
I want us to forget this gloom and pain,
And write new reams on being funny.
About the
Sun shining,
Lovers pining
Puppies whining
Families dining
Stars aligning.
But,
The stars, they need to re-align first,
To re-set our world, to discard the mask.
This new normal may work for you,
But bring back old normal, is all I ask!
Courtesy: Illustration by Madhumati Manda