Its like being ENERGY...
Technically,
She longs…
to reach
the most stable state…
Stabilized, content, anchored...
But then, she’s ENERGY,
defining enormous potential
for pure Chaos…
When
she’s kinetic, she wants to move...
Travel...
Cross
oceans of her own apprehensions…
Scream out loud at 180mi/h,
“Its
my way or Highway!!”
She
hates friction,
Who
cares how much of a necessary evil that bastard might be…
When
she’s potential,
She
wants to jump,
Down
right from that mighty sky…
Takes pride in being referred to as “limits”…
And
then right into that ever so mightier ocean…
Deep
down till it goes “black n blue”
The
pressures deafening her ears
And
the darkness blinding her eyes…
And
then thrust back up
With
that sweet realization of being “still alive”
When
she’s electrical
Oh No!
you always get her all wrong…
She
doesn’t want to give shocks per se…
she
wants to have that spark in her eyes…
that
vibrancy of intelligence…
that
sparkling brightness of passion…
that
exuberance of happiness
that
glee of being awesome…
When
she’s solar
She
wants to enlighten
Those
who believe...
And
walk, run, sweat and get bruised…
Out
in the sun…
And
share all these insights…
Just
for free…
Coz
she found just a few…
Very
very very few…
who believed…
who believed…
And
trusted her with distances and lives…
To savour the taste of blood
When
she cuts her own tongue
Abusing
her own karma
And
rejoice in pleasure,
Every
time she fulfilled her destiny
Of being
what she is seen as…
For
good, or for worse…
ENERGY…
Illuminating,
In
every form…
A thousand
little lamps…
Of
Hope…
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