All you need is to sit
Sometimes all you need is to sit. To sit, Without rolling in your head Without a phone, The turbulence, The chit-chat, The playlist, Buzzing in the backdrop, Which you aren't even listening to, As you sail away In a magnified self-composed tangle of 'What-ifs' To sit, Without tricks, Without justifications, Without victim cards and blame games, Without Self-provoked judgments. To sit, Without damages of what happens if I bore into the darkness of my gloom. To sit, Without familiarizing what you want to hold Or what you want to accomplish Or what you expect from yourself. To just sit surrendering. As you let the midday blues become twilight crimsons. Just sit, Without hurrying to stand up to begin the quest again. Like a timer, your ideas tick. For a while, let yourself fly. Sit with your truth rather than your narrative. Just sit, Without wearing the shades of fear On the verge of a cliff called possibilities. Sit with yourself and hear. Like a mommy to the...