Where my spirit lives

By Nisshtha

I live in the moments of serendipity,

That befalls upon me when the weathers fall,

In perpetual pause of solitude & crowds,

I live in bits, though seldom short;

Did jouissance come to me or did I go to him?

Some fernweh in my mind had brought me back,

How well it allured to a stranger like me?

Did life occur to me or did I lose my track?

How often did vibrant waves strike me?

I couldn't see them in the middle of my thoughts,

The seemingly far- fetched land was beneath me,

How convincingly had it seemed to be lost?

I recur upon my sun burnt shadow,

To find the truth that lives in it,

Maybe someday I'll stumble across my past,

I had many lives in many bits.

By Nisshtha