All I feel
And all I hear,
All I see
Is far too near for me
To put a finger on it.
I’m here now,
Or have I been here before,
I think I’m winning, but,
Who knows?
Who’s keeping a score?
Make up a number for it.
I smell smoke
I feel the heat.
Is it the fire in me?
Need a breeze to burn me,
So much, the sun gets blinded.
Am I her
Who she dreamed of,
Floating up, in bright daylight?
Maybe it’s my millionth time,
but to her, it’s my first flight!
All the spaces
All the indents,
All the reasons,
I can’t comprehend,
Are there for a reason, really?
I fumble to catch the air I breathe.
~ Kripa Sarkar