My mind drifts endlessly like a piece of paper
Blown here and there by the errant weather
Sometimes it lands on the bright orange flowers nodding merrily at me
and sometimes on children playing, careless and free.
Sometimes it settles on the frail old lady staring vacantly,
Wonder what she is thinking or is it a silent plea?
Sometimes it goes down the memory lane
And settles on yesterdays' fun in the rain,
Where life was all about meeting friends;
And mooning about future career and trends.
Where one moment of fun was not about being someone,
But being there for someone was rather more fun
My mind drifts aimlessly here and there
Finally it's forced to settle on the silly machine that I stare
And gives me a reality check, so there.
Cant wait to be that piece of paper again;
Where I can wander aimlessly now and then!
~Piyali~
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