Gita Ashok Poems
Whenever we go
to an amusement park or fair,
I’m eagerly on the lookout
for the candyfloss sold there.
The light pink candyfloss –
I just can’t stop marveling
at how skillfully it’s made
to look like a pink fluffy cloud at sunset.
I’ve always been wanting
to touch a soft fluffy cloud
and candyfloss is truly
a good substitute for a cloud.
I love the blissful feel of it
in my mouth where -
it melts within moments
into sweet nothingness.
Whenever I eat candyfloss,
I hope I can freeze time and make it last –
But Alas! ...
Sometimes we see, but do not look
Sometimes we hear, but do not listen
Sometimes we know, but do not care
Sometimes we shout, but do not dare.
Sometimes we speak, but not from the heart
Sometimes we race, but only to outdo others
Sometimes we breathe, but do not live
Sometimes we’re there, but do not belong.