Magical Mess

I can't write The last piece of my dessert is melting on my tongue And I can't switch this remix to the song I always sung I used to focus on a thought and paint a poem out of its colours But these days clarity is invisible and I'm lost in the blurs I'm overwhelmed with emotions and notions infinite, so much so that I can't write I want to understand each ordinary person's unusual grind But each step forward feels like I'm leaving something behind Struggles bring luxury, pain teaches peace and gloom finds glow Why does introspecting myself involve letting my loved ones go I'm overwhelmed with the idea of being alone while boarding the flight, so much so that I can't write                                                -Maithili

 Made for this world The world in running in a race to nowhere Deadlines heard in each head like a siren blare The stranger in the adjacent car not worth a stare Sleepless nights, working to leap ahead of nobody Whereas, She's the paper documentation trivialising crease Delineating all greens and yellows of ordinary trees Passing a soft smile to each comforting breeze Her bizarre shimmy and self talk comprehensible to nobody Every graduate desperate for occupational stress The world lost in the pages of the atlas Aching heads but no loved one to caress Familiarity with celebrities but family to nobody Meanwhile, She is fond of spending hours in a mirror room The floor is for conversations, the ceiling to groom Front mirror for hair, back wall for the costume Magnanimous to all but gives a damn about nobody The planet is rotating too fast to grasp Every ear shut to emotions' rasp Submerged under a time tide, lucky to have a moment to gasp Time saving technology yet a second to s