She is searching
for the missing piece in her life
The key to unlock the door.
Searching, looking, restless,
scanning every crack and crevice,
laying awake at night,
dreamless, empty presence.
No happiness is enough.
No joy can be felt.
for something to heal herself,
Her perceptions are distorted.
When will she stop searching?
or find; what she’s been looking for.
To hide her feelings, pent up, unspoken,
Or say to her mind and ease the burden.
Sometimes she won’t get to pick a lot,
But whether she will be happy or not???
कुछ रूठी सी ये कलम भी….💫