Within My Mind

The beard has grown a bit more

Moustache too has actively taken its part

The adipose has found its new home

From stomach to thigh

A journey of two years

Has thrown me ahead

In the linear dimension of time.

I was there on that brown wooden table

With a PEN between my teeth

Biting nails and the epidermis

That neighbors them.

"Son, not again"

Said a female voice behind me

"Oh! Dear mother, I just had an idea

You made it slip away again"

Replied I.

A gap of six months found me on that table

Again a PEN within the teeth

But no voice to stop me

There was the portrait hanging

Where she said earlier

"Son, not again"

Oh! I miss her so much.

Another one year later I was there

Once again on that damn table

Fed up with me

Fed up with life

Fed up with her.

A bunch of papers lied in front of me

They have never changed

Camouflaged with

A brown cover over the white surface.

Now I am there

Some things never change,

A damn book, that never I started

But within my mind

I have written a bunch of novels

With a bunch of plots

And a million plot twists

I never PENNED them down.

Thus remained within my mind.

Siba Smarak Panigrahi