Lost between anonymous gestures

By Rishika Rathore

Hello,

I am lost in the valley of anonymous gestures.

The microscopes and telescopes indeed have no scope left,

to find the perfect truth for me.

But the shhhh of surroundings

is slowly converting into charming silence.

Gradually I am discovering my flow

and the tributary of truth is letting me sail in it.

But how long will it take

to domesticate the infinite journey,

under the yogic shimmer of intellectualness?

I am dancing on the beats of blessings and debt of insights,

while untimely abandonments are bleeding me.

The pain is shuffling the instincts

but the warmth hiding beneath

never chose to give up its comfort.

May be;

I am trying to befriend a lion,

find shade under the petals of a flower,

trying to sing along with the screams,

or rhyme in between the pages of sacrifices,

hypnotizing the moral stories,

or trying to enter a soul with my body!

The nourishment of all of it

establishes and introduces its essence in me.

Although I feel left out, the ending settles me.

So what am I,

just a supposed observer or

an observatory to adjust the mechanics and functioning?

The attacks and stimulations,

are shooting my responsiveness

but the affirmations of unsaid and said wishes

held me like an oath.

What’s worse than Newton’s gravity ended up

puncturing the appetite for apples for me

and the desert sitting far away

is able to deliver illusionism

reflecting the oasis of suffering in front of me.

So could the gravity lie and desert pretend?

Or it's just about me being a pie

of the worldly act while I am not paid a stipend!

By Rishika Rathore