Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Please Turn Over

Something I found in a notebook, that I had written, and that I could relate to now:

You perceive walls around you,
As though drowning in an ocean.
Everything is surreal-
The conversations you have,
the books you read,
the people you meet,
the exams, the memorising...

Except for what is outside that window.
Branches weave out,
And inter-tangle into other branches
Of trees far away,
And the incessant rain
Reminds you-
You are here,
You are now.
Don't forget that- ever.

Balmy emptiness of the mind.
Please Turn Over.


I also, now, miss my room back in campus, where I would look out of the window when I was low.