my nomadic thoughts
often meander
slipping easily from
highways to bylanes
through carpeted fields of
wild flowers
yellows and reds
soothing
like the song
I always hum
now and then
they gallop back in time
nostalgic
reliving childhood once again till
original innocence
had lost out to
educated cunning
every once in a while
drunk on depression
they stagger
struggling
to stand upright
unbalanced they
fall into gutters
unaware of the stench or
the roaches or
the rats
they lie there in
contempt of themselves
the filth
cathartic
at times
my thoughts
in pleasant shades of joy
hitch a ride on the clouds
soaring high over the world
blissful
at one with the gods
they
hail the sun
talk to the breeze
sleep on the moon
calm and serene
exhausted
sometimes exhilarated
my prodigal thoughts
return home to me
slipping quietly back
into the crevices
of my
still mind.
Elizabeth Kuriakose
Nothing lasts forever!!…Yet a periodic ride to the past is highly nostalgic and cathartic…beautifully and poignantly stirring !! Kudos Elizabeth 🙂
Thank you Maaya. Mighty glad!