P.S. Notes from my desk #17
Right v/s left. This brain fest. What’s in your DNA? Let’s take a blood test.
This mind never at rest. I must confess.
Stay out. Many thoughts lie here – Naked. Undressed.
Some feelings locked in the chest – Unexpressed. Yet un-addressed.
There. That heap of insecurity. Fighting itself out.
Careful. Don’t add to it. Please; I request.
Those words you spoke. But didn’t mean. They haunt. Taunt. Continue to molest.
Stand back. Give me some space. Your expectations - Crowd my frame.
I, me or my name – It’s no conquest. My state of mind is not at your bequest.
So many questions keep screaming – Speak up. Stand out. Talk un-repressed.
My voice shaky, sometimes suppressed. After all, they say conform - not protest.
Won’t you shut up?! I want to sleep – 4 hours at best. Unstressed.
In the arms of my stillness, love and zest.
As there, under the headrest. Lie my hopes. My life vest.
It’s how I manifest. This passion. I possess.
I tick. I tock. All these boxes - in my head.
I can work this. Nonstop. That way, I’m blessed.
So when recently I agitated a friend - he saw red.
For I spoke my head, objected to something he said.
Are you mental? His return text read.
Present! - That would be me, I calmly said.
Mental - That’s correct.
This life I live - in my head.
Some live it closed. I let it out - breathe free instead.
You are you. And this is me.
Mental just happens to be - my expressed mentality.
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