Friday, May 24, 2024

Turmoil..

How do I feel? 
Where do I begin?
I'm quiet outside
With a turmoil within..

Like I'm here somewhere
But I'm not here at all
Like I'm playing cricket 
Without seeing the ball

And I look alright
But there's always a prick
And it doesn't even show
As if some magic trick

I'm in a deep slumber
And yet wide awake
As if burning in fire
And feeling a snowflake

Sometimes I also talk
Other times I'm mute
But the voices in my head
Seem adamant to refute

So I walk a lonely street
Full of people and cars
And I look at empty sky
Twinkling with million stars

To find fulfilling answers
And calm myself down
But words are dirty dancers
Making me look like a clown

Now I'm aboard a ship
Sailing in whirlwind
So I colour myself white
With a light blue tint

Trying to camouflage 
Between the clouds and water
Finding an invisible passage
Towards a journey to forever..


Sapna..





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