WANDERINGS

I am a puppet of my own mind
Tilting me left and right as it chooses to sway
It conspires to take over thoughts of distraught and distress
those of which, I can never flay

Implanting sleeplessness
It conflicts me with resolute absoluteness—
To conjure and ploy a stratagem
making me a docile host in my own body
for a place to harbor its stay

It refuses to shun and cease provocation
one, which is its favorite occupation
Diabolical in nature,
it guiles my mind to this trickery
to force myself upon thoughts which won’t give away

You know this to be a playful game,
in this so called charade, which you and I play
Each time, I let you win
to lark in this dalliance with speculations you enjoyably concoct and create

I am a puppet of my own mind,
for your amusement I participate
in this farce you and I stage
I comply and cede
to your over thinking
letting you triumph in this victory of a tug-of war
which, you I and wrestle for days

– Shweta Kher

6 comments

  1. davidjhopcroft · May 7, 2019

    Sometimes you get those moments when your mind figures out a piece of writing, at about 3 a.m. and you just have to get up and write or you know you will forget in the morning.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Rachel Steve · May 8, 2019

    What a great piece! Beautiful poem. Especially the last stanza.

    Liked by 1 person

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