i’m not different, i repeat
i don’t know how to name the feeling
which i’m going through,
like a bubble floating in a water
it remains for a few seconds
and bursts out as nothing happened.
pondering over with multiple thoughts
is one of my never-ending hobbies,
sometimes these thoughts
carry me to the universe
which has no existence.

i’m not different, i repeat
love is a word that rarely
comes into my life
in shapes of quotes or poetries,
everytime i read those
i imagine walking down the street
which i call it, ‘path to my heart’
every step i took
i have been driven to this question
how it feels to be loved
or loving someone.

i’m not different, i repeat
a part of me is a raging fire
as well honey dripped flower
i’m reckoning questions
which the whole cosmos has n number of answers,
but this ain’t tiring
cause in the thirst of experiencing
i’m going nowhere
but becoming an art
with life as an artist.

~thahira