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
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!