Monday, March 28, 2016


I sit near 
a clear flowing stream
trying to read
but my book
does not open
I try hard
eves dropping
to descending shadows
from the mountains
but it seems
my password is lost
in a dark lagoon.

Words have taken the wings
valley below is deep
my fist is tight
eyes swollen
tired and sleepless
words are seamless.
They are lost
in a whirlpool.

Why can I not
read my book
for once at-least?

-Meena Chopra