Driving…
Steering and directing the wheel towards a borderless nowhere;
Stepping drearily on the clutch.;
Shifting gears when it’s my perspectives that need it.
Glancing at four mirrors- my left, right, rear, then the one on my hand- my compact mirror, but forgetting to look deep inside.
Brushing away not my apprehensions but putting on that touch of crimson in a feeble, shallow attempt to color and brighten the day.
Already listless for wasting my energy on occasional unmanageable road rage. And for mustering all what’s left of reason, courage, positivism, sanity.
The familiar hustle and bustle.
Life’s simple and sinful events and pieces.
Your soul in jigsaws- nothing or no one can bring together - with that gnawing, insatiable thirst to search for someone or something to form it and keep it in an unyielding state.
We’re humans. Mere. Bound to 24 hours a day. Vulnerable to rages and worries and heartaches to their fullest. Conditional.
Not like Him. Glorious in all His mysteries. Limitless. Vast. Intense. Unconditional.
