Stranded Poem by Shruti Goswami

Want to be stranded,
In a forest of wild flowers;
In the pinks and the blues
And the blooms of violet;
The mild sweet perfume
Intoxicates and beckons,
To flow and dig deep;
Be lost and never found.
Want to be stranded;
In the waterfall of youth;
Untouched by time while each day passes;
And witness all the withering around;
Till the birth of spring
Does make a sound.
Want to be stranded
In an ebb of ether;
Where me and you
Reborn and flow anew;
Then lost, now found;
Wrapped in rainbow coloured bubbles;
Now burst, then lost,
And never to be found.