Stuck

Life is moving fast and all.

The difference is in the waiting

for you.

My heart feels like an ambulance.

And there is traffic

Everywhere.

Station

Even when we stand still

the earth is moving.

As if travelling perpetually in a train.

Excuse me, could you please

stop it for a second.

I wanna get off. 

Stillness

All you know is how to spill

and make a mess of yourself

in this beautiful world.

Usually, people give a stare

after another,

call it art

and keep moving.

You can leave the house.

Anyway, it’s not where the heart is.

But where the hard edges are.

It is where there are the bills

The damped walls, the mice

And that comfort feeling

you grow up wanting to leave.

You can leave the city.

Most days, it makes you feel

like a sponge.

And gives you only dust

to soak in your mouth

in your lungs

in your life.

You can leave the face of the earth any time.

But this small voice that muffles

‘This is not a test, but you are

doing splendidly’.

You listen to it,

feel like you might be.

You’re so good at being bad.