A stir, a storm

A stir, a storm – both reside in me

Both fighting each other, wanting to be free

The storm is strong

Calm is the stir

Loud is the storm

The stir no one can hear

Storm makes me run

Stir puts me to rest

I try to make both happy

I try my level best

But one wins over

The other is just gone

The moment dies slowly

And the other is reborn

Like a spectator, I watch them fight

Like gladiators, they do

Bruised every time

With wound not always new

I surrender to both

Time and again

Sometimes blissful in the sun

Sometimes drenched in the rain.

25th July, 2015