THE DESERT OF MY MIND

Millions and millions are grains of sand,

Millions spread over a desert land.

Now and then they take a flight,

Each time resting on a different site.

Sometimes they are so unsettlingly still,

Like an unthinking, unmoving, sandy hill.

And sometimes an unstoppable sandstorm,

A bedlam, a flurry, as swishes take form.

And these grains of sand are my thoughts,

Each motion followed by upshots.

And my mind a timeless desert,

With grains of thoughts both genial and curt.

My soul a traveler in this desert of bliss,

A complete desert with just one thing amiss.

Amiss is an oasis to quench my curiosity,

But it’s very absence is the survival of this desert city.

• Pakhi