Listlessly moving whispering clouds
Conversing with her in solitude, aloud…
Sans words or syntax of language…
Like an opened bottle of champagne.
Didn’t you tell me your day out…?
Did you feel as left out…?
Did you get a real glance…?
Of your conceived semblance…?
Where did we bid `so long’
When we met last, like this along…
Were your scribblings sombre…?
On the walls of your confined chamber?
Why don’t you fly towards me…
With wings of a sweet reverie…
May you swing in my hands…
As light and soft as your hair strands…
May you not feel pressed…
For pleasing anyone around…
Nor may you be stressed…
To be someone as they sound
Be you, and by yourself…
Not losing, never, your `self ‘
Make a life of your choice…
Not losing the sheen of your joys.
May you be called a rebel…
For the world lets you not ravel.
Come to Life from existence… Defying every resistance.
By Dr. Sudha K K