At my own pace

I laze and relax,


I wonder and ponder



my mind thought ......

about the things that my brain couldn't sought

and my heart assured me

that my soul is free ...its not caught.



I tasted the sea and the droplets of rain

I felt the satin and tattered clothes covering the pain

Felt the heat of concrete high rise mansions

And swayed to sleep under the thatched roof built of passion

Some complained of having plenty

Some rejoiced when their plates were not empty

I pitied the happiness

and the thing which made me laugh was the sadness



I am neither cheerful nor poignant ,

Neither hollow nor expectant,

They label me a loser, incapable of winning the race

Isn't it ? In the end.... winners and losers will mix with the ether leaving no trace



Till then I let my body laze and relax.........

Let my soul wonder and ponder.........