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 toddler,

Like a waterbed to the river flow,

Like a moon to the night.

Without making a noise of doubt,

Hear yourself for once.

For sometimes

All you need is to sit.