I live for myself, me and only me, and no one else,
Acutely aware of my surroundings yet in tune with my innate being alone.
I wander through my thoughts, silvery, billowy and meaningless at times,
Yet opinionated, poignant, and quick-minded in the following moment,
They dance and swirl and twirl in a way that is unexplainable by my untrained tongue,
Small moments of clarity in the overwhelming fog of consciousness.
These thoughts which cloud my mind sometimes give way to peaceful silence,
In which I embrace,
Setting down my worries, and anger, and fear,
For a mellow, contemplative disposition.
Similar are those walks through the thickets of underbrush and branches,
Acting as insurmountable obstacles,
Blocking me from my destination lying ahead.
And the thoughts I have blocked out rush back into my minuscule mind,
Showcasing images of hardship,
Violence and tragedy,
Happiness and discomfort,
Sickness and health,
And I fall to my knees, weakened immensely.
I hear the gushing, flowing, mighty roar of a waterfall,
I smell the toothsome waft of a samosa fresh out of the fryer,
I taste the salt as my tear trickles over my lip and onto my tongue,
I see my people, gathered as one, paving a new road forged of bricks of seven colors.
I feel the wretched sadness as it creeps up into my throat,
Releasing itself as a monstrous scream into the oblivion,
I retreat to my shell, alone with my thoughts once again.
I walk the earth until the end of time,
Seeking out my fellow kin,
Letting the ocean breeze run wildly through our knotted locks,
Creating a parable of mercy within my stride.
- neeha
