Fluid Freedom
come to me like the soft song of my blackbird
she finds me in my dark passages when my
eyes are on the shifting ground, my heart
is dragging itself on hopeless dreams of
invisible kind, my hands are struggling
to hold the things of life and its protection.
come to me like the soft song of my blackbird
whisper to my ears how life is this autumnal
evening of fog snatching away all my tangible
objects, not letting me dream of skins that
can be seen, not letting my heart find any
earth to walk on. and how it is also the song
of a foreign bird flying into my unalive
corridors and leaving me with one note
of a fluid freedom.
~
Vaishali Paliwal
