Nay… it’s not the essay i write
On any or every topic i find
No poetic format, nor metre nor rhyme
Sealed with none, brazenly flowing thoughts jungled
In my mind, like animals sounds; killing peace
Piercing fingers to erode dreams
Well settled in their disappearance
As i wake up to reality,
Lost to not face me… maybe frightened of me!!
Introvert they seem to me
No bragging, no faking, no grudging
They got suspended in the air to be its part
Flying and kicking each other
No more imprisonment with the pen they want
No more paper they love any more
Just as an emotion of love evaporates,
They evaporated their love for paper
They now know their value when free
So they have aborted themselves from me
I too lost interest in them, fed up of running to catch them
As i have released them i feel my freedom valuable.
-Kalpana’s imagination