i am mysteriously quiet.

on all that requires my speech.


there are times,

i am overwhelmed,

have less clues.

and those are times,

i thud,land..

on the tarmac of gross reality.


the weather is not fine,

Captain warns,

i insist,he opens the emergency wings.


or take me down,

with the disturbed pitch.


something,i can’t make of this.

but,flight has landed already.


with me in it.


sitting staring at my dream!


About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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