Elevated

By Barsha Priyadarshini

A fall from a cliff

Dragged the sleep away from me.

It was past midnight,

It was a dream,

But the fear was real.

Certain genes of mine are acrophobic.

They panic of elevations.

My cat could climb and jump, between the closets

But I couldn't.

I even hated to step on a ladder.

A thrill on the roller coaster was

Equivalent to a ride of nausea for me.

I panic of elevations

A walk on a tightrope was my biggest nightmare.

I believed,

The acrobats had special shoes

Made by mystic elves that betrayed gravity.

The panic even resides in me when

My expectations are elevated.

My heart fears to fall,

From heights or in love.

My feet loves to walk on parallels,

Cursing the vertex.

My eyes still longs for an aerial panorama,

Straight from the rooftop.

Such panic of all kinds

stays with us everyday

It never leaves,

It is only forgotten sometimes,

When our feet is never let to walk alone.

By Barsha Priyadarshini