Preoccupation

I am grounded on earth. Firm, no deviation from the mundane routine. Work goes on, regardless of how I feel. Smiles are exchanged. Books and newspapers are read. Colleagues and friends are met. Warmth when I return home; within the confines of my shelter, I don’t run helter-skelter. Just thoughts and I after husband. Freedom, I have thus gained. Freedom to pursue my passion:nothing but penning down! 

Sultry feeling sans a piece of writing:

Post penning down...

The fresh smell of a summer rain then I feel

On a poetic frenzy throughout the day

Lusting the newfound preoccupation I am

Makes me view the mundane with an elevation

A primordial joy I feel , away from the ordinary.

A zone of zero expectation

Yet just some preoccupation.

Present through the day,

With just some presence.

Needs no melodrama:

Not overbearing,

Yet a positive stickler of change.

Celebrate, live each moment

Imprisoned you will thus not be.

Present becomes the past in seconds

Gear up, cheer up, the voice keeps lingering...