Words are escaping me

poems, Self, Spirituality 1 Minute 
Words are escaping me 

T..h..o..u..g..h..t..s
                               more like dotted lines

The gap is familiar
                   unfamiliar

                   still
                   stormy

                   numb
                   loud

Being here is not always a choice

An act of will? Illusory at best 

A cursory laugh
A temporary shower of joy
                       do glide away
                  Oh, how hard we are taught to fight the glide!

Is this complete here? I don't know 
Is that what I should seek? I don't know 
For, when you read, you will know 
                                & that, I do know
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Published by Pooja Joshi

I write when I am inspired or compelled by nature, life experiences, relationships etc. I am driven by a sense of contribution and and aspire to support larger social issues like Human Rights, Social Justice, Equality. I love reading, dancing and being in nature.

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