Tides of life- Harshwardhan Singh Chauhan

I see a child,
A child running,
Running far away,

Chasing the light,
Leaving behind the bulbs and the screens,
Chasing the sunlight, bathing in the moonlight,

He keeps on running,
Like a river he flows, ocean ocean ocean
Horizon awaits, leaving behind,

The jumbles, the crumbles,
Oh, those fumbles,
All the confusion, all the rain,

Further, he goes,
Further, he goes,
Teary-eyed, detaching slowly,

Heavy, heavy with all the sorrow
All that they lent, he did not borrow
Strings of care, strings of love
Churns the belly out.

Light seems to fade at such an hour
Dark awaits, unknown is unknown.
Cliffs as these, he jumps to fly
he jumps to dive,

Splash! Bubbles bubble and still,
Like an embryo, he sleeps,
Warm around, ocean embrace,

Mummy don’t let me go,
until I find this bloody light In me somewhere as they say!

Mummy don’t let me go,
I feel the safest
Inside you

Eyes shut,
Floating free,
Warm warm warm embrace!

Nowhere to go, nowhere to leave,
Nowhere to be,
Mummy, please don’t let me go,

I’ll chase this warmth, this light forever out!
I’ll crave your placenta out!

Mother , o mother,
You deliver,
What shall I?

Mother, they have a timeline out there!
Mother, the past, the future, it all comes together,
How shall I see life as a present from you?

Mother, they all crave the uterus, the sac
But it’s pretty wild out there,
It’s not their fault either Mom!

I really don’t know whose fault it is,
But it’s pretty wild out there,

Oh, the bell rang,
School! School! Get ready for school!
Bye, mother! I shall arrive again …

About the author

Harshwardhan Singh Chauhan is an actor and filmmaker, and in between, he keeps penning down his inner dialogue.