Brimming

By Chahat Gupta

Moderation is a lost concept on me

I either make decisions on a whim

Or sit with a single thought on a loop for days

I either won’t feel a thing for you

Or love you with my entire being

I either won’t like a song

Or break down every lyric of the one I do

You see

I feel I’d rather live on extremes

Than grapple with the unfulfillment

Of feeling too little

Between the spectrum

In the grey area

Restricted from the sweetness

Of feeling it all

I have a compulsive need

To feel all the time

I can’t carry an empty mind

Or a heart half filled

Let’s just say I like them both brimming

Brimming till it spills

Spills in words

So I can collect them and write

To refill the spillage

And go in circles

Maybe these circles are the only way

I’ll ever escape the extremes

Feel full and stay sane still

By Chahat Gupta