The world of wonders seems to be still.
There is no movement in life. No rustle. Nowhere to go.
Its calm in a disguise because it’s the opposite of what I feel.
A laugh in my head says, “You worry too much, all is going to be okay”
But my heart beats in the nervous way.
Oh, the historic head and heart battle
But the dilemma; shouldn’t they say the other way to each other
Now, don’t confuse each other’s roles
We have clear accountability, don’t we!
I have to say, every day is new and old at once
But how can that be?
It’s like saying a thing is black and white at once!
Again, let me think!
Isn’t grey the product of black and white?
Of course, it is
So it’s true
All this makes no sense
Just a simple crackle in my head
Oh, it’s okay to have such bunding days
Where the clatter makes a fun poem
And allows me to say…
Let the bel Jingle all the way!