High up in the sky
and deep inside the cottony clouds
The mirror is clear
and I see my face in the droplets;
Content to have
escaped the fetters of sulky emotions,
Frequently made
turbid like tempest makes of glass,
And able to unintimidatingly
look into my own eyes-
Serene and
immaculate- craving no more for you,
Even if the terrible
thing was to bid a tearful adieu;
Knowing that out of
sight might be out of mind,
Indulging in newer
ventures to leave a past behind,
That proudly was a basket
full of fresh dreams
Bartered in lieu of what
I felt were mutual feelings.
The last string is
still attached, feeble yet unyielding,
Holding onto me like
a child drowning in deep sea,
Who realizes that
it’s sometimes better to let go
And try to explore that
which’s underneath!
