Wishes – Distant and Kitsch

Mind wanders out of the window
Weaving many a silken dreams,
Of green highlands and fertile valleys below,
Over countless gushing desire streams.

Why does the far away cloud seem brighter?
Blue skies of target never looked better.
A cornucopia of freshness abounds,
That land of victory sounds.

So what if the unique lights are blinding,
The distant terrain has a rush of uncertainties binding
Mundane inanity with rational sensibility;
Though irrational thoughts seem unsteady.

As a million straight-laced questions bombard within,
Threatening to splash out any atypical fountain of wishes,
Hope of treading the unbeaten way emerges, givin’
What’s needed most – strength and courage for a start so kitsch!


Divya Rao
February 1, 2009
Mumbai