All through the sunny days of childhood
I kept nurturing my brain
Looking after the minutest needs
Toning it with the best lubricants
To excel in tasks given to me
Flattering it with all buttery phrases
So that it gives me all the pleasure
the world asks for.
Poured in almonds
Tuned it to the finest stores of knowledge –
To find one fine morning
That it had its reins tied to the heart
That would not listen to its pleas-
Logical and empirical.
Heart measuring distances
Finding ways to squeeze them
To grab them
And keep in its wrist
Deciphering new scriptures of love
Hidden in sands of time.
Wanting to unravel
All that the world does not want
Lest its pursuit of pleasure is hampered.
Heart knows no petty pleasures
Carries an appetite
Rare and unfound.