Flouting Forces

A Modern Sonnet by Kaisera Kanwar

Clothed in star pyjamas, all of seven years old I declared I wanted to fly

Who would question an imbecile’s reverie?

They said Yes! Yes , you will touch the sky

But now I see….. You are my greatest enemy ‘Gravity’

Your pull and hold, like being patrolled

Your invisible bond, frustratingly firm

Oh cruel foe! You have me pigeonholed

To the sun and moon, I must escape, even if I appear infirm

Lets us reverse your force

No stalling, just free falling into the universe

May your attraction

Boost my acceleration

But in our ability I doubt , physics we can’t possibly flout

I can’t really fly it turns out….

Plunder Of The Crazy

Clutching notes

Chasing the crescendos

The musician gloats

She tells her story

With its many heroes

And their glory

The melody is deep

It chases away the pitiful depravities of humanity

But plots are oft steep

The fools clutch their sanity

Deprived of the tale

They never reach the summit,

They just aren’t cuckoo enough

Ones like me, we fill our voids

Loose it all and sail away

We chase a horizon

Within the melodies

And at last

The joy is ours….. Joy of what you ask?

Oh dear, it is the plunder of the crazy

The happy despair of the hopeless

The best of the worst

It’s so meagre, yet plentiful

That it lasts me an eternity of a second

I dine with the musician herself in that glimpse

She coos her melodies, soft and demented

And that my sane friend is …. The joy!