On my way

21st June '13

I’m stuck around the corner

so stuck I cannot move

a wedge is there

sharp and pointed and hurting

I’ll wear a gown of feathers blue and fly to you

all the soothing soothe

in the brooding mood

down down down

underwater

I’ll wrap a saree of scales green and swim to you

let the wind blow

let the storms wail

I’ll journey still

godspeed

I”ll grow a cloak of mane chestnut-brown and gallop to you with wind in my hair