What I want
By Bhavana Sarin

What I want is shrouded in mystery

Swirling in misty doubts

The endower's entity

Concealed behind the clouds

Who/what is it meant to be

A Person, a place, a feeling,

An experience, an achievement, a journey?

Is it to be discovered in the 'special'

Or in deciphering the mundane.

The seers, the enlightened, the prophets

Say it exists within

How?

Does it originate on its own?

If it does, then I have no say

What I want is already there

Can it speak to me

So that I too am aware.

And

If I'm the one guiding and homing it

Then what is it to be

What my heart yearns for

Or what the brain decrees

Because they're at war very often

Let me will it this way :

The 'some' of all the 'yous'

The 'all' of ME

The moments, the ecstasies, the despair

The hope, the winged angels and cupids,

the tenderness, the smiles & laughter,

The alphabets, the lyrics, the thoughts...

Earnest in my fervour

For these not to be a mirage,

Not a conundrum to be deciphered

Let them be the unravelling of the maze

Of all that I want.