Me Myself and My Heart
I feel trapped in a world
where the schedules are so jam packed
the heart feels detained in my body
and all the events look preordained
there's not a tinge of novelty
and things look a bit drab
I ask myself what's the point in living
if you see a tree but don't see its greenery
what's the point in living
if you see a lady but can't pen down
your thoughts in praise of her beauty
all of a sudden my heart jumps out of my body
it bids me good bye and I watch it go
but somewhere in that heart
there is a feeling which wants me to follow
so I let my heart lead me and together we proceed
we gallop with pleasure
and are as spirited as a steed
we leave the tarred road
and we find ourselves on a path of mud
we leave behind the cacophonous sounds
we are far from those metallic thuds
all that we hear is the sound of a
grinding mill coming from a distant hut
and it feels like Mozart playing his symphony
like all the santoors in the world
playing in accord
like someone meticulously
striking the right chord
moments later we are near a stream
and in it are swimming two ducks
they look at us and wriggle their necks
as if trying to smile
their contagious cheerfulness
amuses my heart for a while
my heart drags me by my hand
and jumps into a boat
and I row the boat towards a bunch of lilies afloat
I keep rowing the boat and we sail upstream
me and my heart both wonder
if it's real or just a dream.