the soul just wants to sing its song and say
goodbye!
did you know that souls could type?
they sneak out of their nests at night,
amongst the maze of blue, into the Kitchen, and
there they write.
they write on the moleskin and on the walls,
they write on your pillow and your overalls
those snowflakes that you see or those autumn
leaves,
even those tiny fresh spring dew drops …
they are all soul’s words falling from the sky.
have i told you, i would like to be a bird,
someday… ?
i could scale the skies and forget about making
food or laundry
i could sail from tuscan sun to parisian
moonlight…
i could fly over dante’s inferno and settle on
the treehouse
i could be all and none…
I’m stuck between the pages,
a cellophane-wrapped rose in a galaxy of words…
waiting for you to flip through…
Copyright©Neerja Yadav
this poem was first published at Open Road Review