Surrender

In thoughts of vacuum
A whisper brushes me
I open my eyes
I wake up from a dream

A chill shrugs in from the window
My nerves are breezed
The sunlight is somewhere there
Maybe beneath the clouds
Too lazy to get off the white blanket

The fog makes my vision clear
I see myself in the window
My eyes are not the same
They are miffed with me

Surrender
Surrender

My hair grayed out
With dyes of time
My face wrinkled
With moist hardships

I think of myself
The cup of tea distracts me
A call from the office,
I wear my wagon

List of new tasks
A gift for my son
Blanket for my father
Expectations for my wife

Identity abandons me
I walk out to the world
My hands all empty
I surrender myself…

I ask, MAY I!

I ask if I should ignore my existence

Like I do everyday, everywhere

Should I breath incessantly

The hopes of a commune

My life being the sarcasm of

A dismantled, lifeless mirror

Should I collect the morsels

of a scattered self

Wonder if I have the courage

of being an indigenous spirit

My distilled dreams limp to caress

the wounded aspirations of SELF

The aspirations of a boundless sea

A sea of words and of thoughts

Of a world that I do not entertain often

Of an enigma I am too busy to be certain of

The strings of my name,

Strangle “me” till my poise succumbs

I ask, MAY I!

Piyush Kaushal

A Wandering Thought

Alone in the night,

descending the stairs,

I desolate happiness,

out of scars

The scars of past,

and present and future,

And the happiness of a wandering thought

A Wandering Thought...

In the broad daylight,

when I fade out

My shallow heart

confines desires…

A blurred vision,

and numb nerves

A wandering loafer soul

And a wandering thought…

I leap mountains,

and walk through the seas

Across the wind,

trimming the fire

I let myself breathe,

and calm down

I surrender my ego

To a wandering thought…

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