Daydreaming nihilist. Code maniac with a coffee addiction. Music, movie buff. High functioning alcoholic.

Sometimes when the brain is loud
Loudest in the house
Yet bears no tongue, no mouth
Like heavy, fleeting clouds
That sail deep oceans without
A compass. Arcane whereabouts.
You anchor this ship. Shut it down.
And the past loses the crown
The future has yet to be found
My skin, my breath, my cell, every compound
Your smell, your body, this cane couch
The construct of space, time. Every ounce
Of colour boasting, blooming. Sounds
Of a distant chatter. This town.
The universe is breathing, alive. Unmount
The massive brain. Thoughts die. Around
Us the air is light. Our feet to the ground
Eyes to the sky. A smile overthrows my frown

Nothing to worry about

Just you and I, basking, living in the now.

© 2019 W h o I s I

Comments

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on March 26, 2020:

Good composition.

Asad Dillz Khan from United Kingdom on November 03, 2019:

Very beautiful and amazing poem... I really appreciate your writing style and good rhythm of a poem. Excellent Job!

W h o I s I (author) from Mumbai, India on August 10, 2019:

Thanks, Lorna :) Glad you like it

Lorna Lamon on August 10, 2019:

The here and now is very present in this thought provoking poem. Loved it.