There’s a charm in the chaos these days

The lights stay on and the music doesn’t change

The gaze looks beyond the motion

Beyond the obviousness of affairs

The obvious ceases to interest

And unusual ceases to caress.

Sometimes the mind doesn’t know

Pressure cooker blows

And the bucket overflows

Open eyes look for the sight unseen

And when closed witness the serene.

That’s when dreams creep in…

Into the spaces…

Spaces left untouched

Yet somehow scathed.

But the visions brighten up the voids,

Mollify the morose,

Readies the soul,

Welcoming the new days to rise.