Himani Sachdeva
I watched as two water droplets raced down my window
The kid in me was rooting for ‘my droplet’
Eventually they became one and slid down together
Maybe that’s who I am
A rain drop – craving and seeking a love so pure and beautiful
That souls intertwine and grow.
Maybe I am the nothingness of the sky.
The kind which you can stare into for hours and still not get tired.
Maybe I am the breeze.
Embracing everyone but embraced by none.
Maybe I am the sun.
Bright and warm from afar but burning by itself.
Maybe I am a candle.
Throwing light at others in the darkest hours
Even if it means losing myself bit by bit.
Maybe I am a mirror.
Showing the truth but screaming the lies.
Maybe I am a flower in a child’s hand.
Pretty but plucked.
Maybe I am a rose petal in that man’s wallet.
Beautiful but forgotten.
Maybe I am a baby’s cry.
Loud and painful.
Maybe I am time.
Precious and irrevocable.
Maybe I am a mountain.
High and Mighty but immovable.
Maybe I am a hurricane.
Wrecked by my own recklessness.
Maybe I am just human
For I chase and seek answers to unanswerable questions.
Or maybe I am this poem I just wrote.
Sensible but senseless.