MY CHAOTIC MIND

By ALEEMA PARAKATTA

My little world of chaos,

Memories and miseries.

Eruption of emotions

And unsolved mysteries.

With fountains of tears

And my scars as roads,

A headache for thunder

Due to sorrowful storms.

Every second is a thought.

Some deep, some insane.

Every moment goes by

Like a dead man's game.

It rains in seasons

On thorns like trees.

But somewhere in here

There are flowers beneath.

Flowers of fragrance

By few teardrops as rain.

Hope as sunshine,

That outgrows all pain.

It's a world of understanding,

Of yearning and fear

My little world of chaos

A cosmos, so dear.

By ALEEMA PARAKATTA