-Anshudha Garimella
There’s mysteries in the sky
But I don’t believe that the lines on our hands,
show us to the galaxies perched up high
You and I, we do have a cosmic map in our minds
That entwines around our nerves
In the form of our thoughts
They shoot out of our consciousness and flow in cosmic waves
And everything I do with my hands isn’t predestined
But I do have shackles around my hands and feet
no divine being tied me to these
I tied myself to all the pain that if I choose to leave will no longer exist
But like every other lost soul
I try to look for the answers in the lines and patterns on my hands
My folly lies in my knowing that I have the key
But I tie a blindfold around my eyes
And hope for the best each time
Lunacy is tethered to me
Because I’ve tied its strings around my fingers
I keep repeating the same day, a day which I hate
Then I look up at the sky and blame the moon for my mistakes
I blame the moon for the malaise I feel
Because it is easier to blame than to heal
I’ve often been told that the moon is at odds with me
I always felt that my rivers don’t flow with grace and ease
I’m blaming the moon for wrecking my waves and my movement with its white light
I find my waves thrash and cause havoc
But the moon is not to blame
For my lack of grace
I’m not as powerless as I convince myself
Because at the end of the day we’re made
of the same thing
The same energy
Should I choose to design this moment right here
A bit differently
I will succeed
It’s all up to me
Yet I find myself tied to lunacy