Going with the flow,
flowing with the glow.
Scotch tree, scraping eyes,
scrubbing it up, a birth mark.
A silence, a chat box, some crowd,
some love, some chewing of bubble gum,
going with the flow.
Peeling a banana, trapped in osmosis,
going with the flow, not anymore.
Skinny jeans, lavender ice,
sweaty clouds and craters on your moon,
going with the flow.
Standing in lofty slippers, counting glasses.
Counted ten, but the flow won’t break.
Mountain and grape juice,
my window seat,
your knees, going with the flow.
Four eyes, two mouths, one phone call,
going with the flow.
The river made it to the ocean,
and got lost in a separate channel,
and my island, it never was mine.
A cup of tea, the sound of typing,
going with the flow.
Flowing with the glow.
Flightless birds, snow-clad mountains,
who were you? Which ocean was your salvation?
Going with the flow, where did you leave a boat?
Catching a ship, to nowhere.
- Yastika Sharma
(B.A. (Hons.) Geography)
(Edited by Anushka and Pallavi)
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