Mrigank Das
Rafting over the whitewater journeys my mind,
Skipping over the shapely and unshapely stones
Playing hide and seek with the spawning fish
With the wings like an eagle it does cascade and bounce
Off the banks and shrubbery that cradle the river .
Sometimes it sees the rays of sunshine
Breaking into a japanese fan of colors
Piercing through a prism of the cavorting waters
And sometimes it sees the dark sheen of a cloudy day
The same water sometimes flirting and sometimes grim
What fabric does it take to harness and guide
When the winds howl and the skies look feral and night falls
Ask of you what fabric is your self made of to grit out the storm
Until the fishes jump playfully again to greet blue skies
And the lovely wildflowers start dancing the tango again
In those dark hours however is the fight
Between the spirit and the flesh
As many a seductress does show their figure
Amber liquids to sensual vapors to white powder each compete
To calm the frenzy of the mind and coddle it to a disturbed stupor.
Do you have what it takes to stay or change course
And show determination in that fight but not arrogance
Saving other minds that you see getting trapped under rocks
Pinned down to surrender by ever stronger currents
Can you buy freedom, yet not lose yourself forever?
