Riya's Riyaaz

She is the dandelion wildflower, Today, with the wind, she flew across the farms, the courtyards of your town, Across the river, through the forest & the mountains, Over the valley, And vanished into her favourite crimson red light, at dusk. You stood there watching her, Today, you set her free.

She bore the pain in her body, that echoed, until it became unbearable, then, she drew, aggressively, coloured it, with sin, locked it where she couldn't find, until tomorrow, when, she'll have to do it again !

- thoughts while sitting at the Pondicherry Promenade I wish I was a wave... I wish I was a wave... I would wash the sea shore with fierceness, I would roar at the shore and immerse in the depths of the ocean, I would make kids and couples on the beach happy, I would take away the reckless, I would let the wind make music with me, I would emerge and re-emerge to feel the heartbeats race  of the surfers on my lap, I wish I was a wave, I would be free...