Lost Kite

31st May '13

Just feel so lost somedays
Like I belong nowhere
Not even to myself

Like I’m a drifting kite
With cut strings
Trying to merge myself
Match my colour
To the terrains
I drift over

When the wind doesn’t blow
I seek a cote in corners
On treetops,
And tangles of the city wires

I get wet in rain
I get torn
I get patches of dirt

I’m a drifter
Of the sky
I’m a piece of paper
From the tree

I’m a wanderer
Who got lost

And then died.


May '2013

Looking for myself in the hills
in little cafes, colourful bazaars
and in the wind that tousled my hair.

Found a glimpse in the prayer wheels
a little reflection in the topaze of a pendant.

The prayer flags fluttered in the wind
told me I was everywhere that I smiled.

how to be complete?
  maybe I'll never be complete..
  maybe we'll never be complete..
    it's a loss we'll just have to bear..
how to bear the loss?
   it's too much a burden..
   we have to let it drop..
But how?