Poetry

Sigh

What if…
What if this tornado stopped?
What if I could catch it before it dropped.
What if you could see me, lying breathless on my bed
My face all red
My thoughts attacking one another
Either, rather, shudder, stutter…
What if…

Wandering… Confined… the most incredible part of the mind,
What if…
What if I undid these suture lines?
Would all these thoughts combine?
Here we are, at war again,
Impulse and reason go hand in hand
But all in vain.

What if, my thoughts didn’t throttle
What if, I can’t remember how,
What if, I didn’t allow?
What if…

                                                        ~ Anusha Sanyal

                                                              Kolkata, India

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