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
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