The Chase

While I was away, I chased! 😉☺️

Bad hair day
Mismatched running shoes
Laces disjointed like scurrying worms
Glasses askew, lens cracked

You see, I tried
I did try to tell you
With tears, with words
Of this love that has filled me

Endlessly, you see
As a sonorous stream
This tap gushed on and yet on
But did no justice to quantify this love

I dance, yet restive
I dream, yet awake
I laugh, yet with tears
I sing, yet without words

“Where is he whom I love?”
On the street’s corner you say?

Wind in my hair
Mismatched shoes, running
Tripping all over my laces
Glasses askew, lenses cracked

Reservoir

I ran out of ink yesterday
Frenzy settling, mind racing.
I searched on and yet on
Finding nothing.

Mind skipping over metres in hundreds
Drifting from my estate.
Internal reservoir not remembered –
That never fading ink bank.

Thoughts jumping from all corners
I reasoned to borrow Mary Jane’s.
Maybe even more permanently
After all she scribbled perfectly.

Hey! Did you forget to recall?
Your individuality is a gift, unique.
Hasten to slow down the frenzy
A little poke within would see your ink flow again.

I drenched my quill in my ink today
Relief exuded like a windbreaker.
From the depth of my reservoir
I scribbled words yet uncaptured.