Walking on thin air
the horizon seems hazy
Do i caress this river’s surface?
Do i touch atoms that come from nowhere?
I search far and wide
I long deep and deeper
I laugh at absurdity of life
I cry at audacity of death
Still born I look for a reason to scream
Till I fall on deaf ears
The way the witch glides down the aisle
Riding her broom of wishful thinking
In the moment of wasteful weighlessness
I dive to emerge defeated, cheated
Yet ready to die for another lifetime.
This work by Pritpal Kaur is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at pritpalkaur.in.
