Boiling Storm Poem by Prakash Khanal

Torbulant wind blowing through my head
Body is here but somewhere far is my heart.
Opportunities sacrificed only for a reason
Restricted in the room but heart has wings.

Trying to gather concentration
But every call is distraction.
Except one call of relaxation
Nostalgia hitting me like a tides of storm.

Here being in a junction, I have to decide,
Either future or past, either old life or new.
One leads to old aim and passion,
Other with free life and good friend.

Questions and only question to self.
How could I stay doing nothing?
No! I should stay here I have something.
My mind is like a tossed coin.

I need a break, a stress buster.
Searched through me all the time,
But found it somewhere else.
These twenty lines made me smile.