Don’t you realise how garrulous
I am inside? inside my head??
A lunatic’s prattle, thoughts race
to win no trophy, but to preoccupy.
It is a busy thoroughfare
where there is too much traffic.
Fallen leaves litter cobbled paths
and lamp posts of memories
light up my way through
forgotten past, regurgitating
words – spoken, heard and read.
I argue, contend and cry
inside my head….
Unperturbed outside, I
undertake adventurous trips
across perilous oceans, dense
forests and lose my way.
Sometimes I wear a motley inside
desperately trying to make you laugh.
My munificent thoughts shower
gold onto begging bowls.
Like nails struck on the
barks of trees in Devi temples
I strike a nail on a ragdoll
To exorcise submerged turbulence
And wear a dispassionate visor.