I just go on living as if nothing is around me,
the faces I encounter are as
blurry as the background of
a picture taken long ago…
I stop to smell the flowers,
I don’t care how long the road.
I forget about finances
when I see the sky above…
Boyfriends run away because I am not the norm,
My hands are always empty,
so I can feel the breeze
and dance at night under the stars alone…
Many times I don’t brush my hair just
like the mad yogis of Varanasi, the City of Sadhus.
People think I am going crazy, because I stand
to look at the sun, I need my daily dose,
they don’t understand it is mutual love !
In my room there are not candles
but lots of paintings on the walls,
in my bed there is a book with all the pages torn…
poems scattered like a carpet on the floor.
Just another day in Anjani’s busy life,
full of dreams and not desires,
except to BE the light and live
beyond the known…
Anjani ©
May 22 , 2014
the faces I encounter are as
blurry as the background of
a picture taken long ago…
I stop to smell the flowers,
I don’t care how long the road.
I forget about finances
when I see the sky above…
Boyfriends run away because I am not the norm,
My hands are always empty,
so I can feel the breeze
and dance at night under the stars alone…
Many times I don’t brush my hair just
like the mad yogis of Varanasi, the City of Sadhus.
People think I am going crazy, because I stand
to look at the sun, I need my daily dose,
they don’t understand it is mutual love !
In my room there are not candles
but lots of paintings on the walls,
in my bed there is a book with all the pages torn…
poems scattered like a carpet on the floor.
Just another day in Anjani’s busy life,
full of dreams and not desires,
except to BE the light and live
beyond the known…
Anjani ©
May 22 , 2014
