Everyday Holi
I gaze at my thoughts
And I wonder
The shades and colors
In which I play
Daily
Its holi -the festival of colors
everyday for me
Vision
I see through the frosted glass
Of my myopic vision
And I only see the stationery bus
parked
On the street nonchalantly
I don’t see the vast expanse of the
busy road
That is lying still in the heart of
the night
Only to wake to the hustle and bustle
of the busy morn
Flow
The loss and fear
The hope and trust
All part of the game
To live and die
To win and lose
To go with the everyday flow
Stumbling
I stumbled upon my thoughts
My dark thoughts
The inner recesses of the
mind
Still covered in sooth
Of the embers burning from
the past
The sooth is well
entrenched
Only the gush of purity
From the tears and toil
Will wipe away this sooth
forever
Feelings
The twitching of
feelings
In the mind’s eye
The gush of uncontrollable
emotions
Intense and somber
Like the twitching of the
eye
Can happen anytime
The flood is overwhelming
Sending a pain in the heart
Numbness in the mind
Stiffness in the body
And causing death of
the soul
Crowd
The crowd of thoughts
The crazy feelings
The mechanical actions
Devoid of the natural sounds and senses
The buzz of the vehicles
The clamour of voices
Like a thoughtless babble
All adding to the crowd outside
And crowd in the mind
