Like Narcissus by the river,
bewitched and bewildered, I am.
by the most enchanting sorceress-
I am fascinated and entranced
by my own reflections of her.
I can see flowers blooming
over my head when am happy.
I can see the blue sky of memories
bright and blue with clouds that
pass with each moment.
The angry storms and the thunder,
the lightnings of the furious me.
Each trembling and shaking
causing a lot of ripples on the water.
Stretching from one end to other,
and flowing towards the destination,
in a speed nobody can control –
not even me, though mine.
I stare and stare and lose my time,
like a kid waiting for the lollipop,
I wait for the change- even the slightest.
I wait for the stories to unfurl,
to be written in a book- one with no spine.
How long will it take me to break
this reflection of the illusion-
this delusion I have believed so far.
Coz I know, there are strong currents
underneath this glassy surface
that can drown me to the deepest depths
where unknown and unheard monsters lurk-
of course the ones that I have imagined through.
How long to get my feet wet in the water,
to learn to swim in these gentle
yet turbulent waters.
Hopefully at least one day
before I reach my destination.
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