Now-a-days,
your wife calls you “daddy”
before your any child.
(Previously posted on 16th march,2020)
Now-a-days,
your wife calls you “daddy”
before your any child.
(Previously posted on 16th march,2020)
Not knowing
what’s on going
I know life wants me to keep enjoying
Every feeling
Every impulse I gain
Not wanting me to numb down
Needing me to love everything
Like, love, loss and pain
Stigmatic as I could be
About being so psychic
I know nothing like intuition now-a-days
Feeling free from that heavy load
I am stunned with the sensory relief
Though I am feeling everything
I am unburdened of intuitive grief.
A part of me feels guilty for being this much privileged,
A part of me really grateful for the same,
A part of me wants to be of immense service to others,
A part of me too emotional
In search of love fulfilment,
digging all the parts’ grave.
Before I begin to think that you are insomniac,
Let me remind you that you slept twice yesterday.
-Brain
Testing my waters is going to be of no help,
When you don’t know how to swim.