BY KAVYA PATIL
Been three years
As the night sky clears
I watched the reflection
Cast on the ocean
I rested ashore myself
Drenched in a reflection
Of my own
In the beginning days
Grey clouds canopied
Blinding my inside world
Susceptible to the dark cold
Caged, a captive, I
Suffered my thoughts
Misdirected and lost
Waves clashed, swooned
Did their nasty bit to
Overpower my internal chaos
I was too occupied
Arguing melodramas in my brain
I slipped and fell
In my own mind
They say time heals
And so time did, its magic
I bled out the tragic
I could see MYSELF
Myself is a philosophical organ
The chaos plays still
This time I watch it
I don’t live the chaos
This time I watch it
It holds beauty
My mind in the method actor
Outperforming life’s drama
And I was the witness
I simply ought to applaud
As if a child cries hysterical
Or chuckles lyrical
Adores you, hugs you or throws a fit
You look at the babe
With ever so pure love
I am such a parent
For my mind
After three years
As the night sky clears
I am one with the ocean
We sit in silence
While my mind works the stage
Plays the calm and the rage
Lord bless my child