Flitting from one profound collision to next,
all so effortlessly,
Should one not falter for a moment
from the impact of the first?
Or is the second concussion
the fumbling attempt to grasp the first one?
This fumbling, faltering and flitting
seems to make life;
Sometimes oh! so worthwhile.
And sometimes yet, so chaotic.
As I try to unscramble the pandemonium each day,
I chance upon purity and sheer beauty
that can take me from
chaotic comprehension
to planes of sublime emotion like
Songs that move me to tears of joy
Amid all this swooshing and crashing.
That is what I want.
Someone to share all this with.
That is what I want.
To traverse emotions and thoughts together
through an event or a non-event.
That is what I want.
To feel the joy of discovering someone else
who feels as crazily about anything and something.
That is what I want.
To feel fear, insecurity, uncertainty,
and consequently, solidarity.
That is what I want.
To challenge and stimulate
and have that reciprocated.
That is what I want.
To share this chaos in my head
and be in the eye of someone else's tornado.
That is what I want.
To be alive with someone.
That is what I want.
For someone to want with me!
That is what I want.
To have fleets of kairos.
And flit effortlessly
from one profound collision to the next.
Credit for the Title: Arjun Dutta :)
