Written by Anusha Sanyal
What if this tornado stopped?
What if I could reach it before it stopped?
What if you could see me, lying breathless on my bed
My face all red,
My thoughts charging at me one after the other;
Either, rather, shudder, stutter
Wandering, confined- the most incredible part of the mind,
What if I undid these suture lines?
Would all these thoughts combine?
Here we are, at war again,
Impulse and reason go hand in hand
But all in vain.
What if, my thoughts weren’t battles?
What if, I can’t remember how,
What if, I let myself be?
And just set my thoughts free?