Elbow Room

She is restless and unsettled. Whenever she feels like this..these are the two precise words she uses in her diary to define her state...restless and unsettled.but at some level even words fail..they can give a vent.. but they cant soothe the tempest inside her.And to think she was so blissfully unaware of this impending sadness yesterday when she was on best of her moods...makes happiness so fleeting...and all the more illusory!

She is not unhappy though.She is sad and yes..unsettled...She sighs more often than she should..and it only establishes that something grips her heart ..something that she wishes to unbutton..unscrew..so she can breathe again.What will lift the heaviness?

she pens these words in her diary--they just flow...falling into rhyme..even though her mind and heart refused to do so...

My eyes explore but cannot find..
The pre-occupation of my mind
Who has entered the grove of my thoughts?
What has unsettled my calm recline?

What will soothe my tempted nerves?
When will the ripples cease to quiver?
why am i lonesome and disoriented
Not a sight my state does mirror..

Everything has lost its value
The times when a spade is not a spade
When your heart beats in your throat
What will gulp it down to place?

They say hunches, portents and omens
My troubled monster will exorcise
But would i indeed recognise
Were it to hit me between the eyes?

The swish of wind comes like a sigh
The rise and fall of breathe, a game
Why does the air smell of sweet wait?
Why am i feeling so lame?

The soul turns inside the body
The mind grapples with new invective
The inside is boiling and seething
The surface apparently, inactive........