Tracing an image of Reality

Floating just over the glistening ocean

Beyond the crashing waves and between the sunset

Aiming for the horizon that never comes

I begin to breathe in inspiration.

Turbines of thought churn the words into life

Sealing them together in context

Seasoning them with a little wistful smile.

I’m encumbered by the need to assemble my thoughts

Bringing reality to life

Reality likes being obscure, unattainable and inexpressible.

I surge forward determined

Slicing through the chill waters

Warming up to the reality

Chopping the distance in half

Melting into the currents

The horizon tip toes further away

But I touch it briefly before it does

I have won it. It is mine.

Droning Intent

Remnants of a conversation

Ill at ease, VS eager to please...

The surrounding area charged with chemistry

Dearth of it here.

Innuendos and paraphrasing

Coy games and hints

Obscure demands

Incompatible at the seams

I walk through it all

Craving space and silence

Their thoughts too loud

Their libido too ferocious.

Your space is crammed

My comfort zone compromized

They're invading my perception

Nobody else knows

Or feels the claustrophobia

The notion that we are

My intuition constricted

By the narrow minded spiel.

Whirlpooling around the matter.

As noise levels rise
She pirouettes and fumbles.
Amidst confusion and chaos
She mumbles incoherence.
When the going gets tough
She resorts to mimic
Coupled with boredom
She adds a little tune.
Humming the song
She hopes we all know
The hint of an idea
She lilts across the floor
In vain she grins
Her intention hesitant
Unsure of the repercussions
She pirouettes home once more.
         --Shivangi Vyasulu