Comfort Zone

Just being there 

in the woe of feelings

dried up for aeons

with hopes 

that don’t survive the day 

and wishes 

that don’t unfold.

How long

I don’t know 

the space is a comfort zone 

leaving it replete with friction 

like a slouched seal

finding it difficult to

to get up and go.

Living 

Swimming, grappling, floating 

in time

caught in its vortex 

not letting you go 

through its highs and lows 

taking you along 

sometimes it’s hard

sometimes it’s a song

moving quickly 

rushing like the rapids 

and then still

like the stagnant fog

elegant like the bourgeoisie 

or ruthless like a slum-dog

but always in it

till the end.

Longing

So many formed

on the horizon 

wispy white 

grey or bright 

ever changing form 

from dusk to morn

you look at them 

wondering when 

like the burst 

in your heart 

it would rain!