By Shaheen Syeda
It was a dark night
Mirroring my state of mind
A chilly wind knocking at the window,
Reminded me of the thoughts left to unwind.
I sat with the glass of water
Wondering if it was half empty
But instead I was drowning in the same
As if it consumed all of my body and all of me.
I floated too far and beyond
Thinking What my mind couldn’t ever imagine
I wondered where are these coming from?
Something I had never felt, heard or seen.
I was worried, I was helpless,
I didn’t know what I was feeling
For the thoughts were not mine it seemed,
It was something from someone beguiling.
What was it I heard?
And who was it that said it?
For I never wanted to tap that field,
That stirred so much of what they hid.
Who was it that made my mind?
And who was it that granted it thoughts?
I never signed up for all thus staged drama,
For which my mere soul’s existence had to pay all the cost.
What is making it unlock itself?
Who is deciding for it to grow?
For isn’t it a child when it knows nothing,
Yet it knows what questions to throw?
I still held the glass of water,
Now it seemed half full,
I wondered who changed my mind now,
Or was I still a fool?