I leave them behind
I try to create a new world
But the old thoughts
Again, have me encircled
I try to speed up and run away
But I get chased and find them in my way
Is there no way to not have them?
The useless thoughts – why do they stem!
I reason out, command to be left alone
But they repeatedly creep into my zone
I want to break free, for no purpose I find
Why these thoughts should be in my mind
I reprimand them and banish them to go
Yet, I get chased, like a creeper they grow
I sit with them, listen to them again
Realise that there’s no point to remain chained
I implore them to let me win
They ask me to turn within
Their roots I find deep in my heart
Till the roots are there, how will they depart!
This time around I question myself you see
Do I agree that I really want to get free?
Do they chase me or I keep them close?
Why do I ask for their repeated dose!
They remind me of those who I hold dear
Of happy times when they were near
So, yes, probably I hold onto them
As they let me escape to a magical realm
Where all is happy and they’re close
Love and smiles are in overdose
The pain of reality hits me again
They’re not near, so these thoughts are in vain
I gather myself and start to run away
Being chased by those thoughts that don’t obey!
Sonal's Poems 