Clutter

Did I tell you about the grey patch
That defeats the transparency of my mind
And like a lunatic
screeches away the blissful calm?

At times I feel to have lost
The stillness that I let rule myself before
And all I can see left now
Is the cacophony of silence

Should I consider taking refuge
In somebody called optimism?
I am sure tired he must be
Of my restatements.

Hence resentfully I am dragged back
To be at war with the grey patch
Only to learn that the peace of my mind
Costs its own self.


Devanshi
May 14, 2011