YELLOW PAGES
I was once like these pages
going with the flow of the wind
drifting to any direction
exhilarated
intoxicated
forever, pouring my content out.
But now,
these pages look pale
they had the colour of the peaceful dove
now turned dusky yellow
lowering on me the dawn of my life.
It’s time
to let it go
to speed up my paper train
push it down the mountain
to not to go with the flow.
All the wicked demons
all the bad omens
packed between these pages
bound in the cage
free of my soul.
Now it’s time to take a fresh page
to build a new paper train.
[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 24]
Abhilasha Singh 