information, to be impartial
to outside noise,
to not be triggered, and
to happily bask in a certain
kind of ignorance.
To actually take a step back
for introspection and to
lie around listening to
the chirps of birds.
And while you lie around
and let the rampage of your
useless thoughts ram-
Oh how it feels good to
be a passenger in a train
headed to heaven or a
pebble falling along a
waterfall to reach aquifers.
I mean, what a pleasure it
is to breathe and let things
happen or let it not-
and just then, if a poem
travels from far afar to
lands in your lap-
How nice it would be to
pat its head, cook it some
broth. To nurse it, bathe it
and put it back to sleep
till it becomes a beast to
hail upon the world.