Today is Onam,
I was in no mood to speak,
To anyone,
I sat down on my own,
To pen my thoughts,
It's a medley,
My mind has no horizons,
As thoughts pass by,
I capture them,
On to the word pad,
Turning myself inside out
A few days ago,
I tried to recreate myself,
Was it creative restlessness?
Or an effort to kill my loneliness,
Or was I guilt-ridden
Over a broken relationship?
Or was it the inner turbulence
A tiny experiment,
That made me adorn
My hair with a garland,
A series of tiny white flowers,
Little white blossoms,
Strung to form a garland,
No wonder jasmine,
Means the gift of God
There was fragrance in the air,
With Jasmine on my hair
I made a new start,
For my own survival,
In this hurly-burly world,
I wanted to see life,
As it is,
Naked
Without any preconceived notions,
Bare
Unlock its complex strands,
And unmask the beauty lying underneath
The teeming life…
A series of tiny white flowers fill cheer to such wonderful imagery to paint this. This poem is definitely interesting.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To pen my thoughts! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.