By Preeti Sahoo
Is it my fleeting emotions that define me,
Like the rushed flow of life through vessels?
Or the static thoughts that fill the void,
And make up the space where my soul nestles?
Then, didn't I cut deep and run miles?
Keeping body and soul together through all the gloomy smiles,
Gazing at the various shades of autumn leaves,
Welcoming the transforming seasons and letting go of the worn-out sleeves.
At the end, my heart became my mind's apricity,
Detangling the acquainted threads,
While comprehending its entangled linguality.