Quiet

Laughing inside I wiped my Coffee rimmed lips With my shirt sleeve A cat drunk on cream Finally at peace. We all know Days like these Nothing matters When nothing makes Sense anymore Questions don't always have Answers. Sometimes we Are faced with answers We don't have questions for. And then. You give up hogging The control panels and let Light touches on the joystick Keep yourself from crashing A little bit of free fall Does wonders for the soul Killing terror with terror. Oh the safety net If it exists Is only our own minds Bouncing back flexible Trampoline. The springy ground under Our worn out soles. So lick up the surreptitious cream Upon the lips of life Dream on And share the dream Laugh with pain And pen the hurt Till the quill is a surreal Tool And prophesies on its own, Frenzied beautiful and devilish Bold. © Amrita Valan 2020