//WILDFLOWER//

//AFRAID//

She was a wildflower

And she grew,

In corners and nooks no one knew

She kept herself

well hidden from all,

But from the lone adventurous souls

Who dared to explore.

Her beauty was exquisite,

that only a few could see.

She was a wildflower.

She dared to live,

Even in the darkest nooks,

Drinking from the unknown brooks.

She was not made for the royal gardens,

She was royal enough for herself.

In the dense dark shadows

Removing all the eerie gloom

While the sunflowers chased the sun

She was a lone wildflower

And she grew

In corners and nooks, no one knew.

I am afraid

Yes I am

Of that occasional

Ray of sunlight

Piercing through

The depths of

My ocean

Of solitude.

//What if?

What if It leaves me

Incapable

Of living

Like I am today

Unaccustomed to light

And embracing alone

The dark. //So maybe

I should Embrace

This solitude

For I can't allow

That ray to steal

My darkness away

And then leave

Me in the dark

Again. //

//ESCAPE//

//MY VISION//

Her fingertips touched

the crinkly yellow pages

and the smell of the book

was absorbed by her

and she ESCAPED.

And when she read

the words travelled

through her veins

got inscribed in her heart,

and she ESCAPED.

With every new book,

that she ever read

a whole new world

was created in her,

and she ESCAPED.

//WAITING//

A question asked a lot,

What are you waiting for?

The answer to which,

I know not.

What I do know...

Is that one day,

Surpassing all my anticipations,

I'll find answers.

To questions of yours and beyond.

I'll get to hold what I am waiting for.

Maybe it's right around the corner,

Or at the end of a beautiful road,

Or after tornadoes and thunders,

Or maybe right here but out of my notice.

Wherever it is,

I'll keep on scouting and erring.

Untill I stumble upon,

Which I know I will...

My favourite error of them all.

//CHAOS//

Never was I claustrophobic

Claustrophobia came when I was trapped within

Within myself swirled a massive tornado

Tornado whose I was the eye

The eye was a viewpoint of the chaos

The chaos was one incoherent mess

One incoherent mess was a collective formation