Thoughts in a Pot - If you know what I mean!

 

You feel sleepy but your thoughts are awake
From beneath those eyes they peek, probably creak

Its not the rainbow painted in colors
But the one painted like oil stains

My poems lost their virginity, not to the happy me
but to the frightened and lonely child of 20th century

How can you explain the chemical reactions inside your head
When your thoughts and actions are dangling on a feeble thread

They wont let me be me, the habits I picked, the darkness I kissed
Gave birth to the Fujin like poems, draped in shadows to entice me

Sometimes I wonder which Me vomits these thoughts
Is it the disgusted or lackluster or the angry me

Gather ye all creatures living inside
While I march on you all in the final parade!