Prodigal Thoughts


my nomadic thoughts

often meander

slipping easily from

highways to bylanes

through carpeted fields of

wild flowers

yellows and reds


like the song

I always hum


now and then

they gallop back in time


reliving childhood once again till

original innocence

had lost out to

educated cunning


every once in a while

drunk on depression

they stagger


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



at times

my thoughts

in pleasant shades of joy

hitch a ride on the clouds

soaring high over the world


at one with the gods


hail the sun

talk to the breeze

sleep on the moon

calm and serene



sometimes exhilarated

my prodigal thoughts

return home to me

slipping quietly back

into the crevices

of my

still mind.


Elizabeth Kuriakose

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About Elizabeth Kuriakose

A hectic career as a banker and looking after family kept me busy for ages. Quit my job to look after family. Once the children were old enough to take care of themselves, I discovered my love for writing in late 2014. Words in poetry or prose have been my constant companion thence on.

2 thoughts on “Prodigal Thoughts

  1. Maaya Dev

    Nothing lasts forever!!…Yet a periodic ride to the past is highly nostalgic and cathartic…beautifully and poignantly stirring !! Kudos Elizabeth 🙂


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