Nocturnal and dark with wide open eyes,
I was mulling over and rolling them like dice.
Few thoughts reminded of sweet old memories,
And some were those which were pulled from the debris
When thinking of putting them into words as we speak,
They need to be essentially strong and not bleak.
As words flow free like a strong element,
They never need any support or a claimant.
Many instances always tend to confuse,
Making words less true, firm and obtuse.
Words can never be stored or framed,
They are loud sometimes and can be little tamed.
The dawn is turning coal and intense
Sharing few words which really don’t make sense.
As being human beings, true talks are few,
Words are more expressive with silence too.
And now my mind is unruffled like a duck,
I definitely need some rest on a netted hammock.
Love,
Vinita
Love,
Vinita


