Whim

My careless beau asked me casually

How well I’m doing in life

I got miffed for he didn’t understand

That my life was full of strife

I replied in an offhand way

Has he ever seen a burning rose

Unaware of sarcasm he asked

Why such a question did I pose

If he is moody I, too, can be

Full of whims and dreams

It helps me fighting my trauma

Gives me relief it seems

I am a creative artist

I sleep whenever I want

At night time I write peacefully

Catching thoughts that are truant

Whims act as my catharsis

With them I feel at ease

I keep my priorities right

And always do as I please

                                              ~Sudha Dixit

                                                   Bangalore, India

One Comment

  1. O K R Sivagnanam says:

    A nice poem!

    Emotional turbulence is a killer of peace, and it requires a positive intervention capabe of effacing its trace and the resultant negative impact!
    Learning to change track at the appropriate time is a stitch in time to prevent catastrophic ending in life!

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