Parul's Journal

Drifting Life Almost suddenly, it slowly gathers speed. It aligns itself, the heaviness in the head. Have you ever let the string of a balloon go? When it leaps out of your palm when you hold it too tight Or when it slips from your fingers when you thought it was all right. When everything you see Becomes blurred by the haze Just above the clouds A paper trips through my fingers Unfolding it I learn about a legend ---The best being brought by great pain. Inside me, I can vaguely feel the cardio-muscles thump. I have the right to be an escapist I feel a burning ‘need’- To jump off To have no sense of responsibility for this or that To be starved of consciousness for most of my life. I suffer a fiery ‘desire’ For the fragrance that burns in the air, A bit of beauty that I want to spot everywhere. A touch that I want to remember, a smell that’s fresh in me. Visions of her drawing near Begin, abide, and disappear you try to slow it down It doesn't work. So how was it, when it leapt o...