In search of new paradise I go
by Seema Aarella
A land where fresh dreams grow
A step on ground, a step in the air
Transforming my gait, walking in flair
Chains of emotions that held so long
Turned into anklets and chimed along
I walked, I ran, and I sometimes flew
Shed my worries, looked beyond the blue
Evolving tears, I gathered every speck
Those glowing pearls adored my neck,
Liberation…elevation! , then a halo spread
I passed and flowers turned their head
Those papers that say I am me
That of birth, death and degree
Of jobs, and accounts of earned booty
In papers, in words why transfix my destiny?
I took them all my bundle of worry
To a sparkling stream in hurry
Like a kid who would blissfully play
I made paper boats...let them drift away!
Strolled on the bank picking up pebbles
Dropped in the pond and gazed at bubbles
Hazy harsh winds wiped off my sweat
Brushed past the dewy buds and got wet
As I strode I tossed away
Hampering evils on tracks of clay
If Into sprouts of new dreams they turn
Thinking to pick them on my return! ! !
Darkness fell, sky seemed a crossword grid
Filled desirable words, lent the tensions invalid
After a long sprint… to the edge of earth
I lay peacefully…like I lay before my birth!