It feels so light,
No boundations, no sight,
No expectations, like a free kite.
Holding a glass of wine,
Till the sun shines,
Waiting for someone,
Counting zero to nine.
Nine is never mine,
What's mine never shines,
What shines never find,
What's find never mine.
Sunrise to moonrise,
Blankness of body to mind,
Heart stabbed with pine,
"I am all fine".
Feels like a corpse lying,
To sleep peacefully, I am trying,
It goes away denying,
Few breaths are left behind.
Still counting zero to nine,
Waiting for the time,
Everything will turn black,
And it would all be fine.
- Prerana Rathi
