Finding The Key

By Bhavya Mohta

The wind is blowing, 

The tides are flowing, 

The mountains are snowing, 

The saplings are growing.

However, when I look outside the window, 

I can only see lights everywhere. 

The streets, the houses, the cars, 

You name it and find it there.

But why is light not here?

Why is my vision unclear?

Despite the fact I have friends to talk,

Why is my heart so locked?

I need to find the key, 

I want to be free, 

I have to get up from my knees, 

And got to go miles beyond the sea.

I'm still standing by my window, 

This time, not looking down at the lights 

From the malls, the buildings or the car's headlights. 

But my neck is high up, 

Chin is tightened up, 

Eyes hooked up 

At a light, emitting from very far 

At the sight of the pole star.

My vision is suddenly clear, 

My spirit is replacing the fear, 

My goal now seems to be near, 

My conscience which I'm able to hear.

Eureka! I finally found the key 

Which I had dropped carelessly, 

Into a languid emerald sea, 

Due to my arrogance and agony.

Now I'm alone but not lonely, 

Away from people, yet feel homely. 

It feels like I am in an ocean 

I hear the tides by the shore crushing, 

The heat inside me rushing,

I feel the water gushing through my hair,

Purifying each and every layer. 

I feel so calm and relieving, 

It's like I am rehabilitating!

By Bhavya Mohta