Thoughts

I see me thoughts

Lingering in the ceiling 

Waiting for me to pull them down

And spill them in a dirty white sheet.

I know they have been there

For a month now

Coz I was too preoccupied 

To care for their emotions.

I can feel their longing

Coz it is terrible to be detached 

From the only place

That you so passionately belong.

I can feel their ache 

In my stomach which is grueling

And nudging me everytime 

I try to focus on my work.

How desperate are these thoughts!

I catch them like the flue

Which needs care and elixir 

To heal and leave.

At times when I am riding

I see them running down my eyes

Coz they hit me hard

For my constant refrainment.

They are wandering around me

Begging me for a shelter

Forcing me to find a blank page

And enclose them in a home.