When I derelict myself

In a daze of roving about anonymous spaces

When I did not know, what I need and what I did not

When the heart faltered fumbling for words

Holding the oceans in a fist

Etching the fierce water falls of my thoughts

As words –consoling myself a bit

Putting off the conflagration that burns

Even the green corners of mind

With an endless flow of tears

And grew the gardens of images and feelings

Suddenly a beautiful fairy takes shape in my words.

Now and then

When I was dazed

I know not what I lost or what I am in search of