Drifter

My mind drifts endlessly like a piece of paper

Blown here and there by the errant weather

Sometimes it lands on the bright orange flowers nodding merrily at me

and sometimes on children playing, careless and free.

Sometimes it settles on the frail old lady staring vacantly,

Wonder what she is thinking or is it a silent plea?

Sometimes it goes down the memory lane

And settles on yesterdays' fun in the rain,

Where life was all about meeting friends;

And mooning about future career and trends.

Where one moment of fun was not about being someone,

But being there for someone was rather more fun

My mind drifts aimlessly here and there

Finally it's forced to settle on the silly machine that I stare

And gives me a reality check, so there.

Cant wait to be that piece of paper again;

Where I can wander aimlessly now and then!

~Piyali~