By Jasleen Kaur
Days are turning into night,
Nights are passing into days,
I was sitting on the couch and still I am there.
Chaos seeps over the coat of stillness,
My thoughts carry me like the wind carries all the leaves,
My eyes are looking here, yet they are nowhere here.
I exist within me,
Like ripples in the ocean,
Like a mirage in the desert,
Days are turning into night,
Nights are passing into days.
I was here and still I am here,
From spring to autumn,
From the scorching heat to a windy day,
My thoughts travel all the way.