Head in the Clouds

Vases of flowers
counter-top my senses
Seeing the glass, painted
with fresco gardens
the crunchiness
of dead flowers,
The petals of which
have fallen;
of which
I have picked up one
To sense the ‘wait’
in my present
without words or symbols

‘I can do it, picking
Head in the clouds,
confabulating without deception
my emotional processing

7 thoughts on “Head in the Clouds

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    The felicity with which the poet is able to portray the emotional thoughts and leave the reader enthralled speaks volumes for his amazing talent.

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