Two ways about it

 

Every time I step out

carrying my wings

on my heart

I don’t know if 

I will return back

the same day or

days later

I don’t know 

my destination

and 

I don’t know

my intention

Let’s take a sneak peek

into my life

Uncertainty at its peak

that’s what it is

Getting up to alarms

at the most weird times

Getting up in different cities

on different beds

Getting up to different views

Sometimes Goan sunrise

At other times the city lights

Sometimes scheduled layovers

and at others unscheduled

Life has two ways about it

Monotonous and Uncertain 

Make a choice

A video call in your room

tucked in your blanket

with a hot cup of coffee

and exchange of words

Or

a walk by the beach

a conversation 

with a stranger

making you feel light

at heart 

Make a choice

Sitting alone 

and writing a poetry

or 

going to places 

in a group and

collecting instances

to write a poetry

Make a choice

Cribbing, complaining 

and comparing

or 

living utmost 

in the moment 

living like there 

is no tomorrow 

Make a choice 

Being intolerant,

sad and ungrateful 

or

Being lively, happy

and grateful

Make a choice

Life always have 

two ways about it

make a choice

©️Priya Jain

Holding short of Runway

 Holding short of runway

The red warm sun ray

touching not only my mole

but

penetrates through my soul

screaming aloud,

“Look where you are

and thank your stars”

shattering my Monday blues

into  poetry, prose and muse

Looking at the majestic sky

and a colourful butterfly 

flies on my windshield 

and 

my mental wounds get healed

when I could relate to butterfly

who took all hues from the sky 

A black bird flapping her wing 

plucking a golden string

in my heart to make me realise 

that I am a bird in disguise 

Whole sky is my home

Earth is where I roam

I roam for responsibilities 

and for other nitty grit-ties

Flying can’t be an ambition

It’s an act of devotion

It’s a pure form of meditation 

It’s my soul’s rendition

Pinks, tangerine and blues

The grand sky filled with hues

brings me out of mundane

it relieves me of the pain

Pain of separation from my son 

Home to airport is a long run

run of emotions and anxiety 

Finally I thank Almighty

when I hold short of runway 

and 

I feel the red warm sun-ray

touching not only my mole

but penetrates into my soul

screaming aloud,

“Look where you are

and thank your stars”

shattering my Monday blues

into  poetry, prose and muse

© Priya Jain