Sixth Mile
Alongside Ridge
While Crossing the Bridge
Savouring the moments I seize
In camera of memory
Where data is in form of array
They enter with relinquish
And they never exit I wish
Lily flowers scattered over grass
Dew drops sprinkled over mass
To the eyes they please
The stress they release
With their innocence spread
The breeze widespread
I breathe this early morning air
Which brings message of care
Playing with my hair
Happiness it share
Everything is at peace
My thoughts are at ease
The turbulence from my lens
Now seems stupid and nonsense
A part of reminiscence
Which made resonance
And threw me out of my locus
And I lost my focus
Transmitted waves of disturbance
Plucked like a string; creating menace
Ahh!! That time
Where everything seemed like crime
Became so negative
The world appeared narrative
Effect of Influence
Carried so much significance
And I lost my presence
Trying strong to withhold
Against the storm that trolled
Every philosophy that I moulded
Was subjected to questions unfolded
From people and society
That I thought were deity
But then I listened to my self
And I smiled restoring faith in myself
Feeling pride
And I gave myself a ride
To the early morning breeze
That carried away lily that was silly
To scatter them over grass
And I smile
For I have crossed Sixth Mile!!
– Sweta Gupta