A LULLABY TO MY OWN SELF

A LULLABY TO MY OWN SELF

‘rishi’

  A feeling unknown-

weighing me down….

What is it

Way beyond the mist….

I drift along

through nameless pangs

in these very moments

leaving no trace

yet having grace and force

Proving the very source

of all that is our being

Language proving

ineffective

to pinpoint the pricking spots

nor ease the ache therein…..

Words unwritten

Poems escaping the pen

Minutes slipping through

The fingers failing to grip

Sleep overpowering

the lust to keep awake….

For my own sake….

Just give and take

what …. not…. this… that

What’s up

who asks whom

Ma’m, Sir, Hon’ble,

May you  all be able

to wade through these endless wanderings

Windows are or is

just a capital W decides

so is Mouse, you see

Sea is sea, near or far

Shore is there;

So fares Nature.

 Secret-cameras mushroom

in dressing-rooms

bathrooms

courtrooms

bridegrooms

brooms

there zooms

the tip of a gun

targeting you me everyone.

Get up

Go to sleep

No time to sup or weep

True, between the cup and the lip

Lies a chasm so deep.

Moon unseen

Song unheard

Death not defied

Sensitivities defiled

Mystery shrouding

I move on

A feeling unknown

weighing me down