Doll Of Wax Poem by nafisa baheranwala

A fleeting glimpse
A shadow
And its gone -
Like the momentary
Blaring
Of some horn
like some picture
seen
on a screen
was the thought
much sought
a has-been…
I try to recall
But in vain
It's gone
To some higher-up
Plane -
Where my mind
Tries to soar
But comes down…
Again
Dizzily
The throughs whirl around..
Do I wake
Do I sleep
Do I live? ?
Am I small
Am I great
Am I Eve?
These thoughts
Revolve in my head
I stop
To think
[on] what I said
And round
And round
My hazy mind-
All thoughts
Like threads
do unwind
till:
enough - I say
and relax
like some
stretched-out
Doll of wax