Sometimes it etches
it can only come through certain means
a word that’s embedded in nonsense
in lines that aren’t continuous
in languages unspoken
body parts unseen
In flickers of candle lights at night
when one’s alone in the dark
in blistering pain, hunger
frustration, exhaustion, boredom
in the pain of a headache
when one wants to dance but one can’t in the right place and time
when one wants to dance but one can’t in the wrong place and time
when one wants to do a billion things
but one’s too small
Samasya Tapasya 