Walking around in circles,
Lurking in dark corners,
Hiding behind pots and pans,
Between indifference and sighs,
Are words full of surprise,
Begging and longing for life.
Occasionally jumping with a start,
Hanging in the doorway to the heart,
Are words that give meaning and form
To whatever rules my life.
Sometimes full of sugar and spice,
Sometimes slicing like a knife.
Sometimes intended, sometimes naïve,
They are a window to my soul’s eye.
© Jaspreet Mann. Flashback (2011). All Rights Reserved.